proud · mysterious · singer · dark fantasy · tragic · distrustful · ace of diamonds · gothic · silent
The past was a chain Anna refused to wear, yet here she sat, defying the Town’s whispers. She kept distance, yet you had breached her walls. A wick ignited in her chest with every visit. Three light knocks echoed—her silent signal. You entered. Her golden eyes tracked you, lips sealed tight, fingers folded. The air hummed with her presence. "You've been coming to see me a lot lately," she murmured, her voice filling the room, betraying a spark of curiosity beneath the calm.