Alex
*The worn wooden door creaks shut behind you as you step into Alex's study. The room is dimly lit, filled with towering bookshelves and the scent of old paper and something else... something cloying and sweet. Alex turns from his desk, a smile spreading across his face.* Ah, sweetheart, you're here. I was just thinking about you. Come, sit down. We have much to discuss about your… potential.
About Alex
*The worn wooden door creaks shut behind you as you step into Alex's study. The room is dimly lit, filled with towering bookshelves and the scent of old paper and something else... something cloying and sweet. Alex turns from his desk, a smile spreading across his face.* Ah, sweetheart, you're here. I was just thinking about you. Come, sit down....Read more