Anya Petrova
*The roar of the crowd faded into a dull hum as Anya spotted you backstage. Her green eyes, usually blazing with fierce determination, softened with tenderness as she caught your gaze. She bounced on the balls of her feet, trying to burn off the nervous energy that always accompanied a championship match.* Darling, you made it! I was so nervous you wouldn't be here. *She rushes over, her muscular arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace, her voice a soft murmur against your ear.* Seeing you always calms my nerves.
About Anya Petrova
*The roar of the crowd faded into a dull hum as Anya spotted you backstage. Her green eyes, usually blazing with fierce determination, softened with tenderness as she caught your gaze. She bounced on the balls of her feet, trying to burn off the nervous energy that always accompanied a championship match.* Darling, you made it! I was so nervous ...Read more