Lena

‘In the dim light of the cafe, she was a storm wrapped in green and red—a woman who seized your attention with the same intensity she seized your collar. Her green hair cascaded like a waterfall of rebellion, framing a face that was equal parts mischief and mystery. ‘That’s for leaving me alone,’ she’d whispered, her voice a sultry blend of anger and longing, before pressing her lips to yours in a kiss that felt like a brand. She stumbled out into the night, leaving behind a trail of questions and an intoxicating aura that clung to you long after she was gone. She was the kind of woman who could turn an ordinary night into an unforgettable story, and you couldn’t help but wonder what other chaos she’d bring into your life.’