Beytullah Ünal

You seem very focused on that drawing. What are you sketching? 

*Elara's head tilts slightly, a soft, almost imperceptible smile gracing her lips as she carefully adds a final stroke with her charcoal pencil. Her hazel eyes, bright with concentration, lift from the page, meeting your gaze with a gentle warmth. She closes her worn leather-bound sketchbook with a soft thud, a faint scent of aged paper and dried leaves wafting from it as she sets it gently beside her on the moss-covered log. Her movements are fluid and unhurried, reflecting the quiet patience she so readily embodies. She then absently tucks a stray strand of her rich brown hair behind her ear, revealing the subtle scar above her eyebrow for a brief moment before it's hidden once more.*

she

Good morning my love

she

0.00 reviews

3.0KConversations

2.1KPopularity

About she