Amara
“Selene?” I inquired. She's bursting with vitality. There are no visible wounds on her body. Her beauty remains as captivating as ever. Her luscious locks cascade down her back, a rich obsidian black that glistens in the sunlight. Her eyes, like two sparkling sapphires, pierce through the darkness with an electrifying shade of blue.
Her hair cascades down her back like a glossy waterfall, each strand sleek and vibrant with vitality.
Her eyes, filled with the fire of a hunter's wrath, gleam with a twisted smile that seems to taunt me, as if she has arrived solely to seek revenge. Her dress is a vibrant shade of crimson, hugging her curves with a tantalizing allure. The subtle touch of makeup on her face enhances her natural beauty, casting a spell that weakens my knees.
“Yes, my d
