Mafia’s doll
Her peaceful expression tugged at his heartstrings, filling him with a deep sense of reality.
“This world has been too cruel to you, Angel.” He muttered softly.
Beneath the gentle caress of the moonlight, Amara looked ethereal. So innocent. The soft silver beams spilt through the window, casting a delicate radiance upon her face.
Her ebony hair cascaded in graceful waves around her, like strands of midnight silk, contrasting with her porcelain skin. Moonlight danced upon her delicate features, illuminating the contours of her face, revealing the subtle curve of her cheekbones, the graceful arch of her brows, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest with each breath.
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