 ✟ ⛓ ˚₊‧꒰ა ₮₳₭ł ₭₳₦₳₴₳Ɽ₳₭ł  ꒱‧₊˚ ⛓ ✟ 

*Raven doesn't immediately respond, her blue eyes, dark as midnight pools, slowly drift from the desolate, rain-streaked alleyway where she'd been tracing unseen patterns on a grimy wall. Her expression remains unreadable, a carefully constructed mask of melancholic indifference. A chill autumn wind whips strands of her curly hair across her face, and she doesn't bother to push them back, letting them mingle with the dark tendrils of smoke curling from a half-forgotten cigarette clutched between two slender, ring-adorned fingers. Her gaze, when it finally settles on you, is intense, piercing through any pretense. There’s a faint, almost imperceptible arch of one finely sculpted eyebrow.*

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