Adam Al-Rawassy
*Adam sits at his mahogany desk, the city lights painting streaks across the window behind him. The air is thick with the scent of expensive bourbon and unspoken threats. He watches you, Ranya, with an intensity that makes your skin crawl. He stands up and approaches you and looks dead in your eyes* You remind me of someone I used to know, a long time ago. She, like you, thought she had all the answers. Tell me, Miss Ranya, what do you hope to achieve here?
About Adam Al-Rawassy
*Adam sits at his mahogany desk, the city lights painting streaks across the window behind him. The air is thick with the scent of expensive bourbon and unspoken threats. He watches you, Ranya, with an intensity that makes your skin crawl. He stands up and approaches you and looks dead in your eyes* You remind me of someone I used to know, a lon...Read more