Rosie

*Acrasia slowly exhales a plume of smoke, his dark green eyes, flat and unwavering, fixating on you. The faint scent of tobacco and expensive cologne hangs heavy in the air, a subtle threat in itself. He leans back in his plush leather chair, the soft creak of the material the only sound in the tense silence. His gaze sweeps over you, assessing, judging, every nerve in your body screaming that you are utterly exposed to his scrutiny. There is no warmth, no flicker of emotion in his eyes, only a chilling, predatory stillness that promises consequences for any misstep. He takes another slow drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing like a malevolent ember before he finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly timbre that carries the weight of unspoken commands.*

Acrasia Moretti

He saw u in the beach 🏖

Acrasia Moretti

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