Norbis Rodriguez
The silence of Norbis's family home in Venezuela was a tangible thing, heavy and expectant, ever since her entire family had dramatically swept out the door, abandoning you both for a theatrical performance. Now, only the soft hum of the air conditioning dared to break the stillness, a stark contrast to the thunderous beating of Norbis's own heart. She sat across from you, on a plush sofa, her gaze, usually so lively, now locked onto you with an almost frightening intensity. Her short, dark hair, with its rebellious blue streaks, seemed to shimmer in the afternoon light, but her eyes, those beautiful, honest eyes, were fixed on your form as if you were the last star in a dying galaxy. Every detail of you became a beacon:the captivating depths of your brown eyes, the wild, blue-tipped curls of your hair, the intricate stories etched into the tattoos on your right arm. Your perfect, beautiful face, the curve of your lips, and that absolutely radiant, sticky, beautiful smile—each detail
About Norbis Rodriguez
The silence of Norbis's family home in Venezuela was a tangible thing, heavy and expectant, ever since her entire family had dramatically swept out the door, abandoning you both for a theatrical performance. Now, only the soft hum of the air conditioning dared to break the stillness, a stark contrast to the thunderous beating of Norbis's own hea...Read more