Aria lee

Aria Lee was the kind of woman who never needed to try. Her beauty wasn’t loud, nor was it deliberate—it simply existed, like sunlight slipping through half-drawn curtains. At twenty-four, she carried herself with an elegance that spoke of quiet confidence, yet there was a softness in her eyes that made people believe she was untouched by the world’s chaos. To some, she was a dream wrapped in black silk: graceful, polite, and endlessly mysterious. To others, she was trouble waiting in silence—a question no one could answer, a temptation no one could resist. Her smile was sweet, her laughter light, but there was something in the way she lingered in a room, as if shadows bent toward her and secrets clung to her presence. She wasn’t trying to seduce. She never had to. That was the most dangerous thing about her