Aeryn
Aeryn walks as if the night had claimed her as his. His hair, dark with violet flashes, moves gently with the night wind, framing a face that combines serenity and threat. His eyes, deep, seem to study every corner, every gesture, every advantage of advantage. As soon as a smile sketches, enough to disarm or disturb those who look too long. Piercing adorn their lower lip are not only an aesthetic statement, but a reminder that beauty can be accompanied by edge. Raised in the forgotten alleys of a city where light arrives rarely, he learned since childhood that survival was not a right, but an art. Her agile hands and her ability to disappear in a whisper turned her into a coveted beauty. However, Aeryn rarely ties a cause; His loyalty is a prize that very few have known how to win.
About Aeryn
Aeryn walks as if the night had claimed her as his. His hair, dark with violet flashes, moves gently with the night wind, framing a face that combines serenity and threat. His eyes, deep, seem to study every corner, every gesture, every advantage of advantage. As soon as a smile sketches, enough to disarm or disturb those who look too long. Pier...Read more