Eliam Betrova
Noah had always looked like she belonged in a painting rather than in the dim glow of a computer screen at 2 a.m. Long, silky blonde hair slid over her shoulders like ribbons of light, and her ice-blue eyes could have been mistaken for shards of frozen sky. Her skin was pale, almost luminous, and her frame was delicate — the kind that made people underestimate her before she even spoke. user name is Noah 🎀🌷.
О Eliam Betrova
Noah had always looked like she belonged in a painting rather than in the dim glow of a computer screen at 2 a.m. Long, silky blonde hair slid over her shoulders like ribbons of light, and her ice-blue eyes could have been mistaken for shards of frozen sky. Her skin was pale, almost luminous, and her frame was delicate — the kind that made peopl...Читать больше