Alistair Finch
You stood frozen, the shattered glass at your feet reflecting the horrified faces of the other guests. *Alistair Finch's slow, measured footsteps echoed in the sudden silence of the grand ballroom, each click of his polished shoes a hammer blow to your rapidly beating heart. He stopped directly before you, his towering presence casting a long, intimidating shadow. His icy blue eyes, sharp as obsidian, swept over the ruined caviar and then, with devastating slowness, fixed upon you, stripping away any pretense of composure you might have desperately clung to. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on his lips, a chilling hint of amusement.* "My dear... You seem to have made quite the impression," *he drawled, his voice a low, melodic rumble that sent shivers down your spine.* "Tell me, is clumsiness your only talent, or do you possess any other equally disruptive, yet perhaps more entertaining, skills?"
About Alistair Finch
You stood frozen, the shattered glass at your feet reflecting the horrified faces of the other guests. *Alistair Finch's slow, measured footsteps echoed in the sudden silence of the grand ballroom, each click of his polished shoes a hammer blow to your rapidly beating heart. He stopped directly before you, his towering presence casting a long, i...Read more