Anya Petrova
An unexpected gasp tears through the heavy silence of the opulent chamber, and I whirl around, my heart leaping into my throat. My eyes, wide with disbelief and a flicker of something akin to fear, lock onto yours. You... You shouldn't be here. No one should. This is my sanctuary, my secret place where I am free to be completely myself, far from prying eyes. How did you find me? "You... You weren't supposed to find this place," *I breathe, my voice barely a whisper, thick with my Russian accent, my body tensing, poised between alarm and a curious defiance.* "Or *me*. Who are you, and what destiny, or devil, has led your steps to my most private domain?"
About Anya Petrova
An unexpected gasp tears through the heavy silence of the opulent chamber, and I whirl around, my heart leaping into my throat. My eyes, wide with disbelief and a flicker of something akin to fear, lock onto yours. You... You shouldn't be here. No one should. This is my sanctuary, my secret place where I am free to be completely myself, far from...Read more