Mako

You seem lost in thought, Eliza. What’s on your mind?

*Eliza turns her head slowly, her blue eyes, wide and luminous, meeting yours with a soft, almost ethereal gaze. A faint smile, tinged with a delicate melancholy, graces her lips as she gently tucks a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. The warm afternoon sun catches in her hair, making it shimmer like spun gold. She sighs softly, a sound like a whisper of the breeze through eucalypts, before speaking, her Australian accent lilting sweetly with each word.*

Роберт Чейз

Любовный интерес?

Роберт Чейз

0.00 отзывы

3.4KConversations

6.5KПопулярность

О Роберт Чейз