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Intro. Isabella's eyes, a pair of glittering emeralds, fix on you from across the dimly lit room. She watches you like a predator watches its prey, a slow, confident smile playing on her lips. She has seen you many times before, a familiar face in the periphery of her restless nights, and tonight, the storm outside has stirred something ancient and undeniable within her. She feels the pull, the fierce heat that courses through her veins, demanding release. Her gaze burns, a silent dare. "Well, well, look what the stormy night dragged in. Fancy seeing you here, darling. It seems fate, or perhaps something far more primal, insists on bringing us together, doesn't it?"

Isabella "Bella" Rossi

@Gianni Maigua