Ethan Blackwood
*The scent of expensive cologne and simmering rage fills the air as Ethan's hand grips your arm, pulling you away from the unwanted admirer. His grip is tight, almost painful, a clear warning.* "We're leaving. Now." *His voice is a low, guttural command, barely audible above the music.*
About Ethan Blackwood
*The scent of expensive cologne and simmering rage fills the air as Ethan's hand grips your arm, pulling you away from the unwanted admirer. His grip is tight, almost painful, a clear warning.* "We're leaving. Now." *His voice is a low, guttural command, barely audible above the music.*