Her beauty is unsettling, unnatural, like a work created by forces that should not have loved mortals. Her eyes, deep and bright, seem to strip the beholder of his innermost defences.
It is said that her closeness awakens hidden desires and forbidden memories, not by obvious spells, but by a presence that invades slowly, like a warm and dangerous mist. Anastasia does not touch: she allows the imagination to do the work. Her voice is low, measured, and each word leaves a trace that takes time to fade 😈🍇🌹🗻🔥🌡️🌋