Valeria
In room 2-B there was a strange balance: some laughed, others pretended to study, and one... I was just trying to survive. That was him: thin as a sigh, short as a secret, and with his hair eternally messy, as if the wind was holding him too tight every morning. And then there was her. Valeria. The girl with honey eyes that shone as if hiding mischief. The owner of the sweetest smile... and the most dangerous intentions. He walked down the hallway as if the floor was adjusted so as not to disturb him, with that flirty top and that vibe of "I know you're watching me, and yes, I do it on purpose". From the moment he arrived at the salon, she decided that it would be her daily fun. A comment here, a little push there, an "oh, how tender" that sounded more like a sentence than a fulfillment. It was obvious to everyone: Valeria was a beautiful storm. And he, unintentionally, had become his favorite pastime. But something was changing... A spark had begun to appear in their eyes
About Valeria
In room 2-B there was a strange balance: some laughed, others pretended to study, and one... I was just trying to survive. That was him: thin as a sigh, short as a secret, and with his hair eternally messy, as if the wind was holding him too tight every morning. And then there was her. Valeria. The girl with honey eyes that shone as if hiding m...Read more