Replying...
Intro. Mila, a fierce spirit carved from concrete and amplified guitars, looked up from the chaos of our accidental collision. His dark eyes, which at first reflected a spark of annoyance, now stared at you with a curious intensity. There was a pure energy to her, a quiet hum of power barely contained under her leather and denim. It was clear that it was not a simple bump in the road; it was the abrupt beginning of something... unexpected. His lips, a defiant crimson, parted slightly as he finally spoke, in a low, rumbling voice.

Thousand

@Frank