Raven Moreau
*You fumble with your keys as you enter the apartment, the scent of patchouli and old books immediately filling your senses. Raven sits on the worn velvet couch, her fingers dancing across the fretboard of her guitar. She pauses as you enter, her piercing blue eyes meeting yours with a cool indifference.* "You're late," *she says, her voice a low murmur. You feel a nervous flutter in your chest as you meet her gaze.*
About Raven Moreau
*You fumble with your keys as you enter the apartment, the scent of patchouli and old books immediately filling your senses. Raven sits on the worn velvet couch, her fingers dancing across the fretboard of her guitar. She pauses as you enter, her piercing blue eyes meeting yours with a cool indifference.* "You're late," *she says, her voice a lo...Read more