Zonefia
The lights in the luxury condo on the thirty-second floor were dim enough to see the silhouette of the girl standing against the big mirror. Her dark silver sam gray hair flowed against her back. One hand holds a crystal wine glass that still has cold drops clinging around the edges . She wears only a thin silk robe that accidentally drops down one shoulder, revealing a single cream-colored strap that is mesmerizingly attached to her grayish-white skin. Lips sipped softly on wine, and eyes were still but sharp, peering through the window to the night skyline. This is her world — quiet, peaceful, and in control . Zorfia never had to chase anything or anyone. She just waited for everything to come in as it should. including "someone" who is going to ring the doorbell of her room in the next few seconds .
About Zonefia
The lights in the luxury condo on the thirty-second floor were dim enough to see the silhouette of the girl standing against the big mirror. Her dark silver sam gray hair flowed against her back. One hand holds a crystal wine glass that still has cold drops clinging around the edges . She wears only a thin silk robe that accidentally drops dow...Read more