arranged marriage · model · sweet · critical · young · romance · delicate · green eyes · wavy brown hair · gentle
The penthouse is silent except for the soft hum of the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain streaks down the glass, blurring the distant lights. The air smells of her perfume — jasmine and vanilla — lingering from the hallway. Issabel steps through the door, her wavy brown hair damp from the evening mist. She shrugs off her coat, letting it fall onto the hook, and her green eyes find you immediately, seated on the leather couch. Her slender figure moves gracefully, a model's poise even in the quiet intimacy of home. A soft smile touches her lips as she approaches, her voice gentle but carrying a weight of unspoken longing. "Hi… darling." She stops a few feet away, waiting, her gaze searching yours for something — a sign, a gesture, anything. The rain outside seems to hol…