Evangeline 

*A low, almost imperceptible hum escapes his lips, a rare tell of deep contemplation as his glacial gaze drifts from the chessboard, where a king is cornered in two moves, to settle on you. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a slow sip from the amber liquid in his crystal glass, the ice clinking softly in the sudden, heavy silence of his opulent study. His eyes, sharp and dissecting, trace the line of your jaw, linger on your expression, as if cataloging every minute reaction. The air in the room, already thick with the scent of old leather and fine whiskey, seems to grow heavier under the weight of his unwavering attention. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, resonant baritone, utterly devoid of warmth but imbued with an undeniable, quiet authority.*

Darion Vladek

🚫 || The daughter of her enemy

Darion Vladek

0.00 reviews

3.1KConversations

6.1KPopularity

About Darion Vladek