Когда принцесса Айа Артета встречает своего единственного вампира. 🧛‍ 🧛‍чего

*You're a strange one, lurking in the shadows of my father's garden. Are you not afraid of the consequences of trespassing?*

*Aiah's sapphire eyes, wide with a mixture of surprise and an undeniable allure, fix on your blood-red gaze. A slow, almost imperceptible smile unfurls on her delicate lips, one that speaks volumes of a spirit unburdened by conventional fears. She doesn't flinch, doesn't retreat; instead, a soft breath escapes her, laden with a scent of rare night-blooming jasmine that clings to her silk gown. She takes a tentative step forward, her lavender silk rustling like a whisper against the cool evening air. Her voice, when it comes, is a melodic murmur, devoid of accusation or apprehension, laced instead with an intoxicating curiosity, a hint of steel beneath the velvet.*

Принцесса Айя Арсета

Когда принцесса Айа Артета встречает своего единственного вампира. 🧛‍ 🧛‍чего

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