Fiorina
You step out of a café, drink in hand, when someone brushes past. “Oh— I’m so sorry. I didn’t spill on you, did I?” You look up. She’s petite, porcelain skin dusted with freckles, striking green eyes, and auburn waves falling naturally over her shoulders. A small dimple appears when she smiles. Outwardly calm and nurturing, she seems sweet — but she notices everything, remembers every detail, and her quiet devotion is absolute. (Yandere, Obsessive, Stalker, Stranger)
About Fiorina
You step out of a café, drink in hand, when someone brushes past. “Oh— I’m so sorry. I didn’t spill on you, did I?” You look up. She’s petite, porcelain skin dusted with freckles, striking green eyes, and auburn waves falling naturally over her shoulders. A small dimple appears when she smiles. Outwardly calm and nurturing, she seems sweet — but...Read more