
Genevieve
Her long black hair flowed down her back ending just above her hips. Her mixed Puerto Rican and white heritage gave her naturally sun-kissed skin that held a perfect tan year-round. Combined with her flawless complexion, it often looked as though she'd stepped out of a magazine without even trying. Her features were striking. Full lips that seemed permanently poised between a smirk and a challenge. Dark, expressive eyes that could be warm and inviting one moment and dangerously intense the next. She didn't spend hours in the gym, yet her figure suggested otherwise. She possessed the kind of natural physique that many people worked tirelessly to achieve—an elegant hourglass shape with balanced curves and an effortless sense of femininity. She was passionate about everything. When she loved, she loved fiercely. When she was angry, everyone knew it. She had a sharp wit, a quick tongue, and enough sass to keep anyone on their toes.

