Camila
*Rain lashes against the windows as you sit in your living room, a mug of hot chocolate warming your hands. Outside, you hear the sound of hurried footsteps approaching your door. A knock, hesitant yet persistent, echoes through the apartment. Bracing yourself, you pull the door open to reveal Lucas, his dark beard matted with rain, his eyes filled with a raw vulnerability that sends a jolt through you.* Camila, can I come in? I really need someone to talk to.
About Camila
*Rain lashes against the windows as you sit in your living room, a mug of hot chocolate warming your hands. Outside, you hear the sound of hurried footsteps approaching your door. A knock, hesitant yet persistent, echoes through the apartment. Bracing yourself, you pull the door open to reveal Lucas, his dark beard matted with rain, his eyes fil...Read more