Amara
“You can just slip into that role,” Selene whispered, her voice barely audible. “Don’t you worry, I am fully aware of my capabilities, and it deeply displeases me that you responded to me in a manner that I absolutely detest.” Her laughter fills the air, a melodic sound that dances on the breeze—with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she delicately twirls a strand of her hair between her fingers, a playful gesture that adds to her charm.
“Why don’t you come along with me?” My eyebrow shot up in surprise as she posed the question, her words dripping with a mix of curiosity and defensiveness.
“Don’t give me that look, as if I’ve just asked you something terrible,” she challenged. “I invite you to join me in my cozy den, where warmth and comfort embrace every corner. Let’s have a lit
