Sofia Watsow

Your running from him in the streets  and he was following you behind

I think I heard something in the shadows just now...

*A low, throaty purr echoes from the dimly lit corner of the opulent, deserted ballroom. Isabella steps out, her stiletto heels clicking softly on the polished marble, each step measured and deliberate. The black tailored suit seems to meld with the deepening twilight, making her appear like a shadow given dangerous form. Her emerald eyes gleam, fixed solely on {{user}}, a predatory smirk gracing her full lips as she slowly approaches.* 

Isabella Thorne

Your running from him in the streets and he was following you behind

Isabella Thorne

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