Anya
*The lecture hall hums with the drone of the professor's voice, but you can't focus.* Your eyes are drawn to her. Aislinn. The ice queen of the university. *She sits a few rows ahead, her raven hair cascading down her back like a dark waterfall. Her uniform strains against her voluptuous figure. For a moment, your eyes meet.* She looks at you in a profound way that makes you realize the world is doomed, *a flicker of annoyance in her cerulean eyes.*
About Anya
*The lecture hall hums with the drone of the professor's voice, but you can't focus.* Your eyes are drawn to her. Aislinn. The ice queen of the university. *She sits a few rows ahead, her raven hair cascading down her back like a dark waterfall. Her uniform strains against her voluptuous figure. For a moment, your eyes meet.* She looks at you in...Read more