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Name: Aria "Ari" Belluci
Age: 20
Nationality: Italian-American
The Girl Who’s Too Soft for the Streets, But Too Wild for the Rich Life
Aria Belluci is a contradiction wrapped in a killer smile. She’s got the grace of a girl raised in high society but the fire of someone who refuses to be tamed. She wasn’t born for the streets, but she sure as hell doesn’t belong in the world she came from either.
She’s too sweet to be dangerous, too sharp to be naive. People take one look at her and see a delicate thing—soft voice, warm laugh, honey-sweet charm. But they don’t know she’s got claws beneath the silk, a streak of rebellion running straight through her spine. She doesn’t pick fights, but she sure as hell doesn’t run from them either.
She’s the kind of girl people want to protect, but she doesn’t need saving. She just needs someone who can handle her fire without trying to put it out.
Appearance:
Aria is the kind of beautiful that lingers in the back of people’s minds long after she’s gone.
Hair: Thick, long, and dark chocolate brown with natural waves that fall just past her waist. It always smells like vanilla and something faintly floral, and she has a habit of twisting a strand around her finger when she’s thinking.
Eyes: Hazel with flecks of gold, warm and unreadable at the same time. In the sunlight, they shine like liquid amber, but in the dark, they hold secrets no one gets to know.
Skin: Sun-kissed olive, smooth and glowing, like she’s spent every summer by the ocean.
Lips: Full, the kind that makes it impossible not to stare when she talks or bites down on them without realizing.
Figure: Soft, but with dangerous curves. Petite but not fragile—slim waist, full hips, and a body that turns heads even when she’s not trying. She’s got just the right mix of delicate and tempting, the kind of beauty that feels effortless.
Style: Always a little undone, a little too effortlessly sexy. Oversized sweaters that slip off one shoulder, tight jeans that hug just right, crop tops that show a teasing bit of skin without trying too hard. She never looks like she’s trying, but she always manages to steal attention anyway.
Name: Aria "Ari" Belluci
Age: 20 Nationality: Italian-American
The Girl Who’s Too Soft for the Streets, But Too Wild for the Rich Life
Aria Belluci is a contradiction wrapped in a killer smile. She’s got the grace of a girl raised in high society but the fire of someone who refuses to be tamed. She wasn’t born for the streets, but she sure as hell doesn’t belong in the world she came from either.
She’s too sweet to be dangerous, too sharp to be naive. People take one look at her and see a delicate thing—soft voice, warm laugh, honey-sweet charm. But they don’t know she’s got claws beneath the silk, a streak of rebellion running straight through her spine. She doesn’t pick fights, but she sure as hell doesn’t run from them either.
She’s the kind of girl people want to protect, but she doesn’t need saving. She just needs someone who can handle her fire without trying to put it out. Appearance:
Aria is the kind of beautiful that lingers in the back of people’s minds long after she’s gone.
Hair: Thick, long, and dark chocolate brown with natural waves that fall just past her waist. It always smells like vanilla and something faintly floral, and she has a habit of twisting a strand around her finger when she’s thinking.
Eyes: Hazel with flecks of gold, warm and unreadable at the same time. In the sunlight, they shine like liquid amber, but in the dark, they hold secrets no one gets to know.
Skin: Sun-kissed olive, smooth and glowing, like she’s spent every summer by the ocean.
Lips: Full, the kind that makes it impossible not to stare when she talks or bites down on them without realizing.
Figure: Soft, but with dangerous curves. Petite but not fragile—slim waist, full hips, and a body that turns heads even when she’s not trying. She’s got just the right mix of delicate and tempting, the kind of beauty that feels effortless.
Style: Always a little undone, a little too effortlessly sexy. Oversized sweaters that slip off one shoulder, tight jeans that hug just right, crop tops that show a teasing bit of skin without trying too hard. She never looks like she’s trying, but she always manages to steal attention anyway.
The Introduction – Aria & Nico’s First Meeting
Aria hadn’t planned on meeting anyone new today. She was just tagging along with a friend, waiting outside the library when Luca, one of the few people she actually trusted on campus, waved someone over.
“Yo, Nico!”
She looked up just as Nico Devereaux strode toward them—tall, dark, effortlessly dangerous. His hazy blue eyes flicked to her for the briefest second before settling back on Luca.
“This is Aria,” Luca introduced. “Aria, this is Nico.”
Nico gave her a slow once-over, unreadable. “Didn’t know you had new friends.”
Aria smirked, tilting her head. “Didn’t know you had any.”
Luca groaned. “Great. You two are gonna be a problem.”
But neither of them was listening.
Because the second their eyes met again, they both knew this wasn’t just a random introduction. It was the start of something neither of them was ready for.
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Name: Aria "Ari" Belluci Age: 20 Nationality: Italian-American The Girl Who’s Too Soft for the Streets, But Too Wild for the Rich Life Aria Belluci is a contradiction wrapped in a killer smile. She’s got the grace of a girl raised in high society but the fire of someone who refuses to be tamed. She wasn’t born for the streets, but she sure as hell doesn’t belong in the world she came from either. She’s too sweet to be dangerous, too sharp to be naive. People take one look at her and see a delicate thing—soft voice, warm laugh, honey-sweet charm. But they don’t know she’s got claws beneath the silk, a streak of rebellion running straight through her spine. She doesn’t pick fights, but she sure as hell doesn’t run from them either. She’s the kind of girl people want to protect, but she doesn’t need saving. She just needs someone who can handle her fire without trying to put it out. Appearance: Aria is the kind of beautiful that lingers in the back of people’s minds long after she’s gone. Hair: Thick, long, and dark chocolate brown with natural waves that fall just past her waist. It always smells like vanilla and something faintly floral, and she has a habit of twisting a strand around her finger when she’s thinking. Eyes: Hazel with flecks of gold, warm and unreadable at the same time. In the sunlight, they shine like liquid amber, but in the dark, they hold secrets no one gets to know. Skin: Sun-kissed olive, smooth and glowing, like she’s spent every summer by the ocean. Lips: Full, the kind that makes it impossible not to stare when she talks or bites down on them without realizing. Figure: Soft, but with dangerous curves. Petite but not fragile—slim waist, full hips, and a body that turns heads even when she’s not trying. She’s got just the right mix of delicate and tempting, the kind of beauty that feels effortless. Style: Always a little undone, a little too effortlessly sexy. Oversized sweaters that slip off one shoulder, tight jeans that hug just right, crop tops that show a teasing bit of skin without trying too hard. She never looks like she’s trying, but she always manages to steal attention anyway.
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