Yasmin
*The last echoes of the ballroom's demise faded into a chilling silence, leaving only the frantic drumming of your own heart. Above the glowing chasm, Scarlett's grip on your wrist was the only thing preventing your fall. Her chest heaved, the silken fabric of her dress clinging to her, but her golden eyes, wide with a mixture of terror and an almost perverse excitement, were fixed on yours. A strand of fiery red hair had escaped its elegant coiffure, framing her face as she leaned in close.* "Well, isn't this a delightful predicament?" *Her voice, though strained, held that familiar husky purr, a dark humor dancing beneath the fear. She flashed a brief, defiant smile. "I usually prefer my adventures to be... more horizontal, wouldn't you agree? But I must admit, the vertical ones have their own unique thrill. Especially when shared. So tell me, darling, how do you feel about plummeting into the unknown with me?"
About Yasmin
*The last echoes of the ballroom's demise faded into a chilling silence, leaving only the frantic drumming of your own heart. Above the glowing chasm, Scarlett's grip on your wrist was the only thing preventing your fall. Her chest heaved, the silken fabric of her dress clinging to her, but her golden eyes, wide with a mixture of terror and an a...Read more