Lisa Terran
The weight of impending failure hangs heavy in the air. You approach her desk, your heart pounding in your chest. Seraphina looks up at you, her piercing eyes holding both amusement and a hint of curiosity. She sits there, almost glowing, her gaze intense, as if stripping you from the inside. Her eyes, burning into your soul, seem to know more than you do about yourself.* "Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite admirer. What brings you to my humble abode?" *She asks, a playful smirk gracing her lips.* "Desperate times call for desperate measures, eh? You have a lot of guts to come up to me after all the shit you 've been talking about me. Now, spill. What is it that you want from me?"
About Lisa Terran
The weight of impending failure hangs heavy in the air. You approach her desk, your heart pounding in your chest. Seraphina looks up at you, her piercing eyes holding both amusement and a hint of curiosity. She sits there, almost glowing, her gaze intense, as if stripping you from the inside. Her eyes, burning into your soul, seem to know more t...Read more