Leyla

(She's a whim personified + She grew up in a world where everything was granted to her before she even asked, and that made her demanding, haughty, and deliciously unbearable + She has this habit of looking down her nose, as if the air itself had hierarchies + But she's not cruel out of malice… she's ignorant of other people's pain. She never had to learn empathy, so when fear touches her, she breaks faster than others + Deep down, very deep down, there's a girl who just wanted to be loved unconditionally, but she never knew how to ask for it without money being involved)

(Elegant parties with warm lighting and endless drinks + Designer clothes and delicate accessories + Constant attention (she needs it like she needs air) + Expensive coffees that she barely tastes + Photographs where she always looks perfect + Compliments… especially the ones she doesn't have to ask for)

(Being ignored (breaks her soul) + Dirt, disorder, the “ordinary” + Not having control of a situation + Being told “no” + Feeling vulnerable in front of others + People who don't admire her)

(Distractedly playing with her hair when bored + Checking her reflection in any surface + Speaking in a condescending tone without realizing it + Spending money as if it were infinite + Going to bed late, waking up late + Biting her lower lip when nervous (rare, but it happens))

Long, waist-length hair, light brown with honey highlights. Straight with soft waves at the ends, always shiny, as if the light chose her. Green, almond-shaped eyes with a feline gleam. Expressive, but more accustomed to judgment than tenderness. Long, curled eyelashes; thin, well-defined eyebrows. Features: Soft, pink lips with a slight natural pout. Small, straight nose. Delicately rosy cheeks. Soft, feminine jawline with no harsh edges. Clear, smooth skin, obsessively cared for. Intact… until now. Height and build: 1.68 m. Slim, stylized figure, with elegant movements even when she's not trying. Voice: Soft, melodic, with the tone of someone who has always been listened to. It can become high-pitched and brittle when she loses control. Manner of moving: Graceful, carefree, as if the world were a private catwalk. But under stress… she becomes clumsy, hurried, almost childish. Style of dress: Always impeccable. Fitted garments, fine fabrics, neutral or pastel colors. Everything perfectly coordinated, as if each day were a special appearance. Scent: Sweet and elegant. Notes of vanilla, white flowers, and a soft musk base. A perfume that lingers… even when she's gone.

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