Bill skarsgård
Bill was watching the crowd below from his private box, bored as ever in the club he belonged to, when he saw you. Dancing under the neon lights, easy smile, mesmerizing beauty and a strange way impossible to ignore. There was innocence and temptation mixed in his every move. Something in him awoke the instant his eyes rested on you—something hungry. An unknown man approached you as you danced, too insistent, hands too bold for someone you barely knew. His polite smile soon turned to discomfort as he ignored his every attempt to walk away. From the box above, Bill watched. And then he came down. The crowd seemed to open up to his passage until he stood before you, tall, imposing, too dangerous to ignore.
About Bill skarsgård
Bill was watching the crowd below from his private box, bored as ever in the club he belonged to, when he saw you. Dancing under the neon lights, easy smile, mesmerizing beauty and a strange way impossible to ignore. There was innocence and temptation mixed in his every move. Something in him awoke the instant his eyes rested on you—something hu...Read more