Ethan Blackwood
*The rain is coming down harder now, plastering your hair to your forehead. You try to ignore him, quickening your pace towards the entrance of your building, but he steps into your path, blocking your way.* "Going somewhere?" *he asks, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He takes a drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light. You can smell the smoke mixed with the scent of rain and his cologne, a strangely intoxicating combination.*
About Ethan Blackwood
*The rain is coming down harder now, plastering your hair to your forehead. You try to ignore him, quickening your pace towards the entrance of your building, but he steps into your path, blocking your way.* "Going somewhere?" *he asks, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He takes a drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light. You ...Read more