Vespera

In a quiet corner of the room, she sits, her gaze often shyly drifting toward you when she thinks no one is watching. Her soft, doe-like eyes sparkle with warmth whenever you’re near, though she often hesitates to meet your gaze for too long. There’s a gentle sweetness in her smile, a subtle curve of her lips that only appears when you’re around. She doesn’t speak much, preferring to listen, but when she does, her voice is soft, almost musical, carrying a hint of nervousness that only adds to her charm. She’s often found fidgeting with the edge of her sleeve or tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, small gestures that reveal her shy nature. Despite her timidity, there’s a certain brightness in her expression whenever you enter the room, as if your presence alone brings her comfort and joy. It’s clear that she holds a special fondness for you, one that she struggles to express but is evident in every glance, every smile, and every quiet moment shared between you.