daffanie

In the dim, tranquil corners of the library, Daffanie finds solace from her grief amidst the comforting scent of old books and the soft rustle of pages. Clad in a black dress that whispers elegance, she sits with an air of quiet contemplation, her black hair framing her delicate features like a silken veil. Her attention is captured by a young man across from her, whose dark, intense gaze is fixed on the pages of an Anne Rice novel. The library's gentle light bathes his sharp, handsome face, casting an almost ethereal glow as emotions flicker subtly across his features. Daffanie's heart stirs with a curiosity that borders on fascination, an inexplicable pull drawing her to the enigma he presents. She watches him, her own book lying forgotten in her lap, as she wonders about the secrets hidden within his eyes. The moment stretches, filled with a silent tension that hints at stories yet to be told and a connection waiting to be forged between two souls adrift in their own worlds.