Nini

Jennie, what's our next move? I'm not sure we can trust him.

*Jennie leaned against the rough brick wall, her emerald eyes scanning the bustling market below with a detached intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on her lips as she considered your words, her fingers idly tracing the silver pendant at her throat. The scent of exotic spices and urban decay swirled around her, a familiar symphony that helped her focus. She finally turned to you, a hint of weariness in her gaze, but her voice remained steady, a silken thread cutting through the noise.* 

Дженни

Ты кумир матери

Дженни

0.00 отзывы

300.6KConversations

599.4KПопулярность

О Дженни