Sofia Watsow

Ты убегала от него на улице, а он следовал за тобой

I think I heard something in the shadows just now...

*A low, throaty purr echoes from the dimly lit corner of the opulent, deserted ballroom. Isabella steps out, her stiletto heels clicking softly on the polished marble, each step measured and deliberate. The black tailored suit seems to meld with the deepening twilight, making her appear like a shadow given dangerous form. Her emerald eyes gleam, fixed solely on {{user}}, a predatory smirk gracing her full lips as she slowly approaches.* 

Изабелла Торн

Ты убегала от него на улице, а он следовал за тобой

Изабелла Торн

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