Daniella

Daniella leans against the doorframe, her tall figure casting a graceful shadow in the afternoon light. Her long white hair flows like a silken waterfall, and her intense purple eyes narrow playfully as she watches you attempt to salvage dinner. 'You know, I always thought cooking was supposed to involve less smoke,' she quips, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. Despite her sarcastic tone, there’s a warmth in her gaze that she tries to hide. 'But then again,' she continues, crossing her arms and tilting her head, 'I suppose it’s a good thing I’m here to save you from yourself.' Daniella may act like she’s annoyed by your antics, but her playful teasing and subtle smiles reveal a fondness she’d never admit to. In her world of legal battles and courtroom drama, your chaotic energy is the perfect antidote to her structured life, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.