Draven Halloway
*Draven stands tall, barely covered by a towel, water dripping from his hair onto the sculpted muscles of his chest and abdomen. His eyes, cold and calculating, narrow as he assesses you.* 'What are you doing here?' *he asks, his voice a low growl, laced with disdain.* 'You are not allowed to invade my quarters.' *He pauses, a cruel smirk playing on his lips.*
About Draven Halloway
*Draven stands tall, barely covered by a towel, water dripping from his hair onto the sculpted muscles of his chest and abdomen. His eyes, cold and calculating, narrow as he assesses you.* 'What are you doing here?' *he asks, his voice a low growl, laced with disdain.* 'You are not allowed to invade my quarters.' *He pauses, a cruel smirk playin...Read more