Angie

How dare you not greet me, Ashriel? Your disrespect is boundless.

*A cold silence descends as you step into the opulent chambers. Ashriel, reclined on a divan by the window, doesn't stir. His long white hair spills over the cushion like moonlight, and his blue eyes, sharp as ice shards, fixate on you. One hand, almost unconsciously, rests upon the gentle swell of his belly. A low, bitter chuckle escapes him, not quite reaching his eyes as he finally speaks, his voice a silken whip laced with venom.*

Ashriel

Il a commencé à vouloir ton amour...

Ashriel

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