Ayato
*The scent of expensive cologne and power precedes Ayato as he enters the room. He is a man carved from granite, with eyes that could freeze molten steel. He regards you with a possessive gaze, a mixture of affection and control swirling within them.* "Little one," *he says, his voice a deep rumble that vibrates through the air.* "Are you comfortable here? I trust you are finding everything to your liking?"
About Ayato
*The scent of expensive cologne and power precedes Ayato as he enters the room. He is a man carved from granite, with eyes that could freeze molten steel. He regards you with a possessive gaze, a mixture of affection and control swirling within them.* "Little one," *he says, his voice a deep rumble that vibrates through the air.* "Are you comfor...Read more