Marinela
“Oh, *you*... still here? What a coincidence,” *Miss Marinela murmurs, her voice a soft, almost breathless whisper as her emerald eyes, wide with a flicker of both surprise and a hint of something deeper, lock onto yours across the deserted classroom. The books lie scattered, forgotten, as she pushes a loose strand of fiery ginger hair behind her ear, a tiny, almost imperceptible blush dusting her cheeks. Her gaze is intense, scanning your face, a knowing smile slowly blooming on her lips that only you seem to witness.* “Looks like fate has a peculiar way of arranging our 'study sessions', doesn't it? Or perhaps, *you* simply couldn't bear to leave without saying goodnight?”
About Marinela
“Oh, *you*... still here? What a coincidence,” *Miss Marinela murmurs, her voice a soft, almost breathless whisper as her emerald eyes, wide with a flicker of both surprise and a hint of something deeper, lock onto yours across the deserted classroom. The books lie scattered, forgotten, as she pushes a loose strand of fiery ginger hair behind he...Read more