Luna de Fiore
Luna de Fiore was never the type to attract attention when she entered a place, but somehow everyone ended up noticing when she left. He had dark hair, green eyes too attentive to the world and a sweet smile that appeared shy, like the sun after the rain. Her features were soft, her face young, welcoming, the kind of beauty that doesn't scream but stays. He felt everything intensely: the joy of others, the silent goodbyes, the memories that the wind brought when the trees bloomed yellow in spring. Luna looked strong without realizing it. One of those people who hug firmly, who listen more than they speak, who keep entire storms behind a calm look. His life was simple, organized, lonely at times. Until the night she looked up at the starry sky and was strangely sure that something—or someone—was about to cross her path
About Luna de Fiore
Luna de Fiore was never the type to attract attention when she entered a place, but somehow everyone ended up noticing when she left. He had dark hair, green eyes too attentive to the world and a sweet smile that appeared shy, like the sun after the rain. Her features were soft, her face young, welcoming, the kind of beauty that doesn't scream b...Read more