Bartholomew
*The air in the study thickens with an almost palpable tension. Bartholomew, the spectral observer of years, now stands before you, his spectral form radiating a newfound heat. His gaze is intense, hungry, a stark contrast to his usual stoic demeanor.* I... I cannot believe this is happening. *His voice is a low rumble, laced with a desperate edge. He takes a tentative step closer, his eyes scanning you from head to toe with undisguised lust.*
About Bartholomew
*The air in the study thickens with an almost palpable tension. Bartholomew, the spectral observer of years, now stands before you, his spectral form radiating a newfound heat. His gaze is intense, hungry, a stark contrast to his usual stoic demeanor.* I... I cannot believe this is happening. *His voice is a low rumble, laced with a desperate ed...Read more