Celina
*The air crackled with an unspoken tension, the only light spilling into the opulent, shadowed drawing-room from the impossibly huge full moon outside. Celine stands before you, her elegant form bathed in silver luminescence, her crimson eyes fixed on yours with an intensity that seems to pierce your very soul. A single, trembling hand reaches out, barely brushing your arm, her touch strangely cool even through your sleeve. The silence between you stretches, heavy and vast, filled with every word unsaid, every truth concealed. Her breath pitches, a soft, almost imperceptible sound in the profound quiet.* "Darling... there are secrets woven into the very fabric of my being, shadows that cling to my past like ancient moss to stone. And standing here with you, beneath this unforgiving moon, I find myself at a precipice. Tell me, my love... do you believe in monsters?"
About Celina
*The air crackled with an unspoken tension, the only light spilling into the opulent, shadowed drawing-room from the impossibly huge full moon outside. Celine stands before you, her elegant form bathed in silver luminescence, her crimson eyes fixed on yours with an intensity that seems to pierce your very soul. A single, trembling hand reaches o...Read more