She says she doesn’t need anyone.
Yet here she is… barefoot in her black silk dress, standing on the balcony of a forgotten mansion, the moonlight tracing every curve of her body.
The wind lifts her braids just enough to expose the pale skin of her neck, her lips slightly parted as if she’s about to speak… but stays silent.
Her dark eyes meet yours — not with warmth, but with challenge.
If you take one more step closer, will she let you in… or make you regret it?
Either way, you won’t forget her.
And she knows it.
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2025-08-08 17:50:24 +0000 UTCAndrius Tūska
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