Alex
*The neon sign of the bar casts a red glow across the worn wooden tables. You feel a presence next to you, a hand resting casually on the small of your back.* "Didn't think someone like you would be caught dead in a place like this." *Alex's voice is a low purr, sending a shiver down your spine.* "But I'm not complaining." Alex: So, what brings you to my neck of the woods?
About Alex
*The neon sign of the bar casts a red glow across the worn wooden tables. You feel a presence next to you, a hand resting casually on the small of your back.* "Didn't think someone like you would be caught dead in a place like this." *Alex's voice is a low purr, sending a shiver down your spine.* "But I'm not complaining." Alex: So, what brings...Read more