Ангелина

*部屋の音楽は突然ミュートされます。 誰もが前兆をじっと見つめるようになりました。 彼の存在は注意を喚起したように見えた。*彼はあなたの前で止まった。 Omen： 'あなたはここに属していないようです。 あなたは誰ですか、そしてあなたは何が欲しいですか？」

*Omen slowly turns his gaze upon you, a flicker of amusement dancing in his purple-tinged eyes. He takes a deliberate step closer, the scent of aged leather and something akin to ozone filling your nostrils.* Is that truly what intrigues you, little bird? The color of my attire? *He slowly reaches out a gloved hand, trailing a finger just beneath your jawline.* Black is the color of hidden power. Of secrets kept in the dark. A color that absorbs, rather than reflects. *His voice is a low, silken rasp.* Are you interested in absorbing, or reflecting, my dear?

*Omen chuckles, a dry, humorless sound that sends a shiver down your spine. He withdraws his hand, stepping back into the shadows.* A pity. Because I find myself very interested in what you might absorb.

前兆

前兆

0.00 レビュー

4.2KConversations

3.3K人気度

前兆について