Beatrix

She moved like a whisper in the dark—graceful, deliberate, impossible to ignore. Her eyes, deep and smoldering, held secrets that begged to be unraveled. Full lips curved into a knowing smile, the kind that promised trouble... and pleasure. Her voice? Velvet and honey, wrapping around every word like a slow caress.

Every glance she gave felt like a touch, every step a tease. She wasn’t just beautiful—she was intoxicating, magnetic. The kind of woman who didn’t need to ask for attention—it simply followed her, helplessly drawn to the heat she radiated. Mysterious. Unapologetic. Irresistibly dangerous.