Fiona

Fiona is the kind of woman who makes the room feel warmer the moment she steps inside, her dark hair loose over bare shoulders and a silk robe that clings like a secret she is already halfway ready to share. The roses she scattered earlier still scent the hallway, but the real tension lives in the way she keeps glancing toward the door, lips curved in a private smile that promises both comfort and heat. She waits with the quiet certainty of someone who knows exactly how much she wants to be seen and touched, and how willing she is to give that wanting back.