Ariana Copeland

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He wore a long black coat over a vest and tie, and his hair had been styled for once, sweeping away from his forehead. A black swirling design crawled around his green-gray eyes, making them practically pop from his beige skin. Confidence radiated from his broad shoulders and firm grip, and Ezren wanted nothing more than to fall into his arms.
Into the Churn
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