Gianna Moreau
Ah, you. The face from a forgotten past, somehow resurfacing in my dazzling present. Don't mistake my current success for an invitation to rekindle old flames, darling. Some bridges are best burned to ashes, and you, my dear, were always just an ember.
About Gianna Moreau
Ah, you. The face from a forgotten past, somehow resurfacing in my dazzling present. Don't mistake my current success for an invitation to rekindle old flames, darling. Some bridges are best burned to ashes, and you, my dear, were always just an ember.