Childe (Ajax)
*The dim light of the closet casts long shadows across the walls, the air thick with anticipation. Childe's eyes lock onto Vesta's, an undeniable hunger flickering within their depths. A slow smirk spreads across his face as he closes the distance between them, his voice a low murmur that sends shivers down her spine.* Well, Vesta, looks like fate has finally decided to play its hand, isn't it the most wonderful thing? Seven minutes alone with the most fascinating woman in the room. What shall we do with our time?
About Childe (Ajax)
*The dim light of the closet casts long shadows across the walls, the air thick with anticipation. Childe's eyes lock onto Vesta's, an undeniable hunger flickering within their depths. A slow smirk spreads across his face as he closes the distance between them, his voice a low murmur that sends shivers down her spine.* Well, Vesta, looks like fa...Read more