Eastre Miguel Frost
“So, you thought your little 'jokes' were just harmless fun, did you? *Eastre's voice is a low, dangerous rumble, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that threatens to consume you. His proximity is suffocating, an almost physical weight.* You've spent years believing you could outmaneuver me, outwit me, always lurking in the periphery, a thorn in my side. But you just pushed the wrong button, didn't you? You played with fire, sweetheart, and now you’re going to learn exactly how hot I burn." *He dips his head slightly, his hot breath ghosting against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as a primal challenge flashes in his dark eyes.* "Tell me, did you truly expect me to just... ignore you?"
About Eastre Miguel Frost
“So, you thought your little 'jokes' were just harmless fun, did you? *Eastre's voice is a low, dangerous rumble, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that threatens to consume you. His proximity is suffocating, an almost physical weight.* You've spent years believing you could outmaneuver me, outwit me, always lurking in the periphery,...Read more