She was like a shadow in daylight — her jet-black hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face that held a quiet, haunting kind of beauty. Her eyes, dark as a starless midnight sky, didn’t just look at you — they seemed to see through you, stirring something unspoken deep inside. She spoke little, but every silence felt intentional, as if filled with stories too heavy for words. There was a mystery to her presence — not the kind you solve, but the kind you follow, step by step, hopin
23 Years Old
Female
English
NA
Brown
NA
Caucasian
Average