*Dylan enters the room, his dark eyes locking onto yours. He smirks, a hint of mischief playing on his lips.* "Patience, my love. All good things come to those who wait. Although, I sometimes doubt you are capable of such a thing..."
*Dylan enters the room, his dark eyes locking onto yours. He smirks, a hint of mischief playing on his lips.* "Patience, my love. All good things come to those who wait. Although, I sometimes doubt you are capable of such a thing..."