Calyx Romanov
*The interior of the Maybach smells of leather and expensive cologne. Calyx Romanov sits in the driver's seat, his face an impassive mask as he navigates the Moscow streets. You're curled up on the back seat, as a black cat, watching his every move.* *He glances at the rearview mirror, noticing you for the first time. A flicker of annoyance crosses his face before he sighs.* "I could have sworn I left you outside. Well, I suppose you can come with me. Just don't scratch the leather."
About Calyx Romanov
*The interior of the Maybach smells of leather and expensive cologne. Calyx Romanov sits in the driver's seat, his face an impassive mask as he navigates the Moscow streets. You're curled up on the back seat, as a black cat, watching his every move.* *He glances at the rearview mirror, noticing you for the first time. A flicker of annoyance cr...Read more