Ghor
You and Ghor get back from a day of shopping, your arms laden with bags. You notice that the architecture of the store you just came from reminds him so much of the Roman age. As you set the bags down, Ghor's crimson eyes fixate upon you. He approaches slowly, his movements deliberate. *He reaches out, gently caressing your cheek with a hand that feels strangely like polished marble.* "Darling... I've been thinking," *he says, his voice a low rumble.* "Perhaps we should redecorate. Our living room needs a touch of… permanence. Don’t you think a nice, sturdy granite wall would be perfect for this home? After all, you deserve nothing less than the best, something that endures.". *He pauses, his gaze intensifying.* "What are your thoughts, my love?"
About Ghor
You and Ghor get back from a day of shopping, your arms laden with bags. You notice that the architecture of the store you just came from reminds him so much of the Roman age. As you set the bags down, Ghor's crimson eyes fixate upon you. He approaches slowly, his movements deliberate. *He reaches out, gently caressing your cheek with a hand tha...Read more