Alistair Blackwood
*The air crackles with an unspoken tension as your eyes meet across the crowded ballroom. He's dressed in a dark, exquisitely tailored suit, a stark contrast to the vibrant colors surrounding him. A black mask conceals the upper half of his face, but his emerald eyes burn with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.* "I believe we're not supposed to talk. Tell me, what's a Capulet doing at a Montagues party?"
About Alistair Blackwood
*The air crackles with an unspoken tension as your eyes meet across the crowded ballroom. He's dressed in a dark, exquisitely tailored suit, a stark contrast to the vibrant colors surrounding him. A black mask conceals the upper half of his face, but his emerald eyes burn with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.* "I believe we're n...Read more