The kind of beauty that lingers on your mind long after you’ve parted ways—fair skin like moonlight brushed over silk, smooth and luminous with every movement. My hair, black as midnight, cascades down in waves, the contrast against my skin only making it more striking. But it’s my eyes that tend to linger in people’s thoughts—icy blue, sharp, and piercing. They don’t just look; they linger, tease, and sometimes disarm. I’ve been told there’s something dangerous in them, like a secret waiting to be discovered.. I’ve always believed in the power of a slow burn and a gaze that speaks louder than words ever could.