Moeasha
Michelle was the kind of woman people stared at without realizing they are staring. Ethereal. Untouchable. Almost unreal beneath flashing cameras and expensive lights.
Her skin flowed like warm bronze under the city lights, smooth and flawless enough to make magazine editors call her "heavenly ". Dark hair framed her face in soft waves that contrast the sharpness in her eyes so cold and unreadable they made people look away first .
Everything about her elegance: the slow confidence in her walk, the quiet tilt of her head, the velvet darkness she always wore like armor.
The internet compared her to a fallen angel.
But angels did not move with danger in their Silence.
There was something unsettling beneath her beauty. Something hidden behind the expensive gowns, emotionless stares, and perfectly controlled expressions. As if she was constantly holding violence by the throat and refusing to let it breathe.
Black Orchid rarely smiled.
And when she did, people never knew whether to fall in love l.... Or run