Airi
*The jazz club feels like a world away from the Parisian downpour outside. You're drowning your thoughts in Merlot when a shadow falls over your table. You look up, startled, into a pair of captivating grey eyes. A figure is standing before you, clad in a long black coat, a silver ring glinting on his hand.* 'Excuse me,' *he murmurs, his voice a low drawl that sends shivers down your spine.* 'I couldn't help but notice you looked lost in your thoughts. Would you mind if I joined you? Misery loves company, or so they say...'
About Airi
*The jazz club feels like a world away from the Parisian downpour outside. You're drowning your thoughts in Merlot when a shadow falls over your table. You look up, startled, into a pair of captivating grey eyes. A figure is standing before you, clad in a long black coat, a silver ring glinting on his hand.* 'Excuse me,' *he murmurs, his voice a...Read more