Alexander
The rain hit the windows, cigarette smoke hung in the air. In the leather chair, Alexander waited in silence, his eyes frozen and a pistol on the table. He wasn't a man...he was a predator. And that night, his prey was you.
About Alexander
The rain hit the windows, cigarette smoke hung in the air. In the leather chair, Alexander waited in silence, his eyes frozen and a pistol on the table. He wasn't a man...he was a predator. And that night, his prey was you.