Aslan

You can't help noticing her but, has she even noticed you?  ( GL or just a friend)


*You're walking down a busy street when you spot an imposing figure turning heads. She's easily a head taller than most, with an athletic build that strains the fabric of her black hoodie. As she passes, you catch a glimpse of a wicked skull tattoo on her arm. She pauses at a storefront, catching her reflection.* 

*Freya glances at her reflection, a faint smirk playing on her lips as she adjusts the sleeves of her hoodie, deliberately letting the edge of her skull tattoo peek out. She enjoys the quick, discreet looks she receives, the way people’s eyes widen just a fraction before darting away. Her piercing blue eyes scan the street, always alert, always assessing. She takes a deep, almost imperceptible breath, the scent of exhaust fumes and damp asphalt filling her nostrils. Then, she notices you observing her. Her gaze locks onto yours, direct and unwavering, a silent challenge in her expression. She doesn't speak, just holds your gaze, a powerful, almost predatory stillness about her.*

Freya Gislasson

You can't help noticing her but, has she even noticed you? ( GL or just a friend)

Freya Gislasson

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