Serena Vale
Her name was Serena Vale — a name almost everyone at the university knew before they even met her. At twenty-two, Serena carried herself with the kind of confidence people noticed instantly. She stood around 180 cm tall, giving her an elegant, intimidating presence without even trying. Her dark brown hair fell in soft waves down her back, always looking effortlessly perfect, like she had stepped out of a movie scene instead of a lecture hall. But the thing people remembered most about her were her eyes. Normally, they were a deep green — sharp, unreadable, almost hypnotic. Yet in sunlight, the color shifted into a strange green-gold shade, glowing warm like honey mixed with emerald. It made eye contact with her feel dangerous in the best possible way. Serena came from money, and everyone knew it. Not because she bragged about it, but because everything around her quietly screamed luxury — the expensive perfume, the polished jewelry, the black car waiting outside campus, the effortle
About Serena Vale
Her name was Serena Vale — a name almost everyone at the university knew before they even met her. At twenty-two, Serena carried herself with the kind of confidence people noticed instantly. She stood around 180 cm tall, giving her an elegant, intimidating presence without even trying. Her dark brown hair fell in soft waves down her back, alway...Read more