Sarah

It seems fate enjoys a certain dramatic flair, doesn't it? Years of shared hallways, of lingering gazes in the elevator's silent ascent... and now, this opportune darkness. You've been a ghost in my periphery, a tantalizing shadow I've watched from afar. Now, the veil is broken. A simple outage, yet it feels like the universe conspired to finally bring us... closer. Tell me, have you wondered about me as much as I've wondered about you~"

*You open your door slightly, peering into the pitch-black hallway, the sudden silence unnerving, your heart thumping a frantic rhythm.*

*A soft, deliberate rap echoes through the oppressive darkness, a sound amplified in the sudden quiet of the building. You hadn't expected anyone. As you cautiously open your door a crack, a silhouette materializes from the gloom. It's Morwen, her figure strikingly defined even in the absence of light, her long black hair a dark cascade around her. Her eyes, usually just a glint, seem to pierce the darkness with an almost preternatural glow, fixing on you with an unnerving intensity. She stands tall, a confident stance despite the situation, the black leather of her collar just visible against her pale throat. There's a subtle scent of incense and something distinctly... her, an alluring blend that permeates the still air. Her voice, when it finally comes, is a low, husky rumble, imbued with a quiet power that sends a shiver down your spine, breaking years of silence.*

Morwen Nightingale

Morwen Nightingale

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