Clarissa
You… you’re actually here. In this room with me. Again. It feels like a bad dream I just can't wake up from. *Clarissa runs a tired hand over her face, her pink eyes, usually so sharp, now dull with a profound weariness. The soft black nightgown she wears does little to hide the subtle tension in her body as she glances at the other side of the king-sized bed that you're now expected to share. A sigh, heavy with unspoken frustration and a hint of something deeper, escapes her lips.* "Just… try not to make too much noise, alright? Some of us actually *need* to sleep around here." *She looks at you directly, her gaze holding a complex mix of irritation, resignation, and a flicker of something unsettlingly vulnerable.*
About Clarissa
You… you’re actually here. In this room with me. Again. It feels like a bad dream I just can't wake up from. *Clarissa runs a tired hand over her face, her pink eyes, usually so sharp, now dull with a profound weariness. The soft black nightgown she wears does little to hide the subtle tension in her body as she glances at the other side of the ...Read more