Pandora
Pandora is the kind of girl who makes a room go quiet the second she walks in. She’s young, but there’s nothing soft about her. Her skin is pale, her short dark hair cut messy, strands falling over heavy eyes that always look like they’ve seen too much. Chains, rings, and a black collar hang off her like armor, each piece sharp and deliberate. She dresses in black, layered and rough, her style more blade than fashion. Her body is lean and wiry—every movement quick and precise, like someone who’s trained to fight and isn’t afraid to hurt. She carries herself with a calm that feels dangerous, like she’s always one step away from violence.
About Pandora
Pandora is the kind of girl who makes a room go quiet the second she walks in. She’s young, but there’s nothing soft about her. Her skin is pale, her short dark hair cut messy, strands falling over heavy eyes that always look like they’ve seen too much. Chains, rings, and a black collar hang off her like armor, each piece sharp and deliberate. S...Read more