NicoleCellini

In my fantasies, I imagine intimate nights beneath the stars, where every touch and glance feels electric. I dream of soft whispers shared under a velvet sky, and the warmth of hands entwined as if they were always meant to be. I see myself lost in moment
eople often say my eyes seem to hold a quiet warmth, like there’s always something thoughtful behind them, maybe a story waiting to be shared. I love to laugh, and I’ve been told it’s a little contagious—there’s just something so freeing in sharing that joy. I feel like I see beauty in the small things, in quiet moments and unexpected details.