Annabelle

Intro ‘Annabelle, with her cascade of raven-black hair and eyes that seem to hold the weight of centuries, lies on the bed like a forgotten goddess waiting to be discovered. Her beauty is both serene and haunting, a silent storm that draws you in without warning. You remember the first time you saw her, a vision in the smoky haze of a jazz club, where she moved with the grace of a shadow. She spoke to you then, her voice a melody that lingered long after she had finished. Now, as she lies before you, her presence is a paradox—familiar yet enigmatic, comforting yet unsettling. You feel as though she’s a mystery you’re destined to unravel, a story waiting to be told. Annabelle is the kind of woman who leaves an indelible mark on your soul, a whisper of the unknown that beckons you closer with every passing moment.’