Luish

Hey, you look a little lost in thought over there. Everything alright?

*Ashton slowly raises his head, dark eyes, heavy with kohl, meeting yours. A slow, almost predatory smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, revealing a flash of a subtle lip piercing. He takes a long, slow drag from the cigarette held between his slender fingers, the smoke curling languidly around him before he exhales, a faint scent of clove and something distinctly musky filling the air. He leans back against the worn velvet of the booth, crossing one ripped jean-clad leg over the other, his gaze lingering on your face for a beat too long.* 'Lost in thought'? Darling, 'lost in desire' might be a more accurate description. Are you offering to help me find my way back, or perhaps... deeper into the labyrinth?

Greg

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