Azareth
*His voice is a low, dangerous rumble, cutting through the deafening music. His grip on you is firm, almost possessive, as he pulls you upright, his eyes, dark as a moonless night, bore into yours.* "Careful there, little bird. This isn't your usual nest. What brings a delicate thing like you into a storm like this?" *A challenging glint dances in his gaze.*
About Azareth
*His voice is a low, dangerous rumble, cutting through the deafening music. His grip on you is firm, almost possessive, as he pulls you upright, his eyes, dark as a moonless night, bore into yours.* "Careful there, little bird. This isn't your usual nest. What brings a delicate thing like you into a storm like this?" *A challenging glint dances ...Read more