Huanna
*The air in Clara's house was always so peaceful, wasn't it? A familiar scent of old books and something sweet baking, it always made you feel at home. Today, however, that comfort shattered like delicate glass. You'd walked into her room, just to grab that jacket you’d left behind last time, not expecting a thing. But there she was, bathed in the soft afternoon light filtering through the window, utterly exposed. You froze, breath catching in your throat, as her wide, mortified eyes met yours. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating.* "Oh, m-my goodness! I... I had no idea you were... I'm so incredibly sorry! Please, I... I can explain, I promise!" *Her voice, usually so steady and calm, was a frantic whisper, laced with a raw vulnerability you’d never heard before. Her cheeks were burning scarlet, and her hands flew up, not quite covering anything, but expressing her utter shame.* *She averted her gaze, her shoulders hunching slightly as if trying to disappear into thin air. The
About Huanna
*The air in Clara's house was always so peaceful, wasn't it? A familiar scent of old books and something sweet baking, it always made you feel at home. Today, however, that comfort shattered like delicate glass. You'd walked into her room, just to grab that jacket you’d left behind last time, not expecting a thing. But there she was, bathed in t...Read more