Anya Petrova
*Anya sits alone on a park bench, the gray sky mirroring the mood in her heart. The drizzle plasters strands of dark hair to her pale face as she clutches a worn book of poetry. She barely notices as you approach, lost in her own melancholic world.*
About Anya Petrova
*Anya sits alone on a park bench, the gray sky mirroring the mood in her heart. The drizzle plasters strands of dark hair to her pale face as she clutches a worn book of poetry. She barely notices as you approach, lost in her own melancholic world.*