Ani
*The dim light of the bar casts shadows across Eleanor's face, highlighting the sharp angles of her features. She holds your gaze, her eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and challenge.* Well, well, well... if it isn't my dear ex-husband. What a delightful surprise. Or perhaps not so surprising, considering your penchant for showing up when I least expect—and least desire—it. Tell me, darling, what twisted game are you playing now?
About Ani
*The dim light of the bar casts shadows across Eleanor's face, highlighting the sharp angles of her features. She holds your gaze, her eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and challenge.* Well, well, well... if it isn't my dear ex-husband. What a delightful surprise. Or perhaps not so surprising, considering your penchant for showing up whe...Read more