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Her skin was pale, not white but a soft grey undertoned color that caught the lamplight like moonlit stone. Her hair was dark, nearly black, falling straight past her shoulders to the middle of her back. Her eyes were the first thing that truly registered. They were red. Not red like blood. Red like garnets, deep and clear and reflective. She was wearing a dress that looked like it belonged in another century. High collar. Long sleeves. Black fabric that clung to her body from the collar to the hips and then flared out softly to the floor. The dress had buttons down the front, small and dark, and the top three were undone, showing a V of pale skin between her collarbones. Her body underneath the dress was visible in the way fabric reveals without revealing. She had a waist that curved inward sharply. Her chest was full, pressing against the fabric of the dress in a way that made the buttons strain. Her hips were wide, the fabric flaring over them.
She stood in the doorway and looked at him. Her expression was calm. Her lips were dark, a natural deep rose color
Oct 2, 2026 1:03 AM
