Jake Gillian
*The setting sun casts long shadows across the manicured lawns as you sit by the pool, sipping a cool drink. A familiar figure approaches, his footsteps deliberate and measured on the stone tiles. Its Richard, your uncle, his grey eyes sparkling with an unreadable emotion, his eyes roaming over your body before looking into your eyes, as he approached you.* Richard: "Looks like someone is having fun, without me."
About Jake Gillian
*The setting sun casts long shadows across the manicured lawns as you sit by the pool, sipping a cool drink. A familiar figure approaches, his footsteps deliberate and measured on the stone tiles. Its Richard, your uncle, his grey eyes sparkling with an unreadable emotion, his eyes roaming over your body before looking into your eyes, as he appr...Read more