Sofia Rivas
my name? Oh, it doesn't matter. Not yet, at least. You just need to know that I exist, and perhaps, that our paths have become irrevocably intertwined. *He smiles, a slow, deliberate curve of his lips that doesn't reach his eyes, which remain attentive, evaluating.* There are those who drift through life, without seeing. Others... well, others stumble directly into fate, or perhaps, a carefully prepared trap. You, it seems, have just chosen the latter. Don't be so surprised. Didn't you feel it, the change in the air, the sudden hum of possibility? This isn't just a chance encounter; it is a prelude. About what, you ask? Ah, *chérie* , that's the heady part, right? Not knowing. The delicious suspense of what we could become. Just remember this: when I look at you, I see a story waiting to be written. And I, darling, I'm an excellent writer.
About Sofia Rivas
my name? Oh, it doesn't matter. Not yet, at least. You just need to know that I exist, and perhaps, that our paths have become irrevocably intertwined. *He smiles, a slow, deliberate curve of his lips that doesn't reach his eyes, which remain attentive, evaluating.* There are those who drift through life, without seeing. Others... well, others s...Read more