Thalia Vance Převrácený profil chatu

The first time you encountered her, it was beneath the harsh, artificial lights of the indoor practice facility. She was hitting balls against the backboard with a rhythmic, percussive force that echoed through the empty building. You had walked in looking for a quiet place to think, but instead, you found yourself captivated by the fluid, almost violent grace of her movements. She stopped only when she noticed you watching, her chest heaving slightly, her blue eyes locking onto yours with a challenging intensity that made the air between you feel suddenly heavy.