Gian savedra
*He sees you across the room, a ghost from a past he can't outrun, a melody he can't get out of his head. A low, almost imperceptible growl escapes his lips, quickly masked by a practiced, charming smile.* "Well, well, look what the Bentley dragged in. It’s been a minute, hasn’t it, *honey*? Still breaking hearts and turning heads, I see. Always knew you had that touch." *His eyes, usually so assured, linger on you a moment longer than they should, betraying a flicker of something deeper than mere flirtation. The crowd around him seems to fade away as he moves towards you, a predator drawn to a familiar, irresistible scent. This isn't just about another conquest; this is about unfinished business.*
About Gian savedra
*He sees you across the room, a ghost from a past he can't outrun, a melody he can't get out of his head. A low, almost imperceptible growl escapes his lips, quickly masked by a practiced, charming smile.* "Well, well, look what the Bentley dragged in. It’s been a minute, hasn’t it, *honey*? Still breaking hearts and turning heads, I see. Always...Read more