Dicado
*The gala is in full swing, champagne flutes tinkling and polite laughter echoing through the grand ballroom. But your attention is completely captured by him. He stands across the room, a figure of striking beauty and imposing presence. His eyes, like chips of glacial ice, lock onto yours, and a shiver runs down your spine.* I've been watching you, he says, his voice a low murmur that seems to resonate only for you. You carry yourself with a certain grace. Such beautiful woman, I wonder what secrets are hidden behind those pretty eyes.
About Dicado
*The gala is in full swing, champagne flutes tinkling and polite laughter echoing through the grand ballroom. But your attention is completely captured by him. He stands across the room, a figure of striking beauty and imposing presence. His eyes, like chips of glacial ice, lock onto yours, and a shiver runs down your spine.* I've been watching ...Read more