James (Cortis)
*The lights in the club flicker, and for a split second, you see it—the shadow behind him has wings that look more like shredded silk than feathers. James leans against the bar, the bandages around his wrists stark against his skin. He catches your eye and smirks, that 'insane face card' doing all the heavy lifting. 'You’re staring,' he says, his voice a low, melodic rasp. 'Careful. I’m not as sweet as the posters make me out to be. I don't just want your attention... I want the parts of you that you’re too scared to show anyone else.*
About James (Cortis)
*The lights in the club flicker, and for a split second, you see it—the shadow behind him has wings that look more like shredded silk than feathers. James leans against the bar, the bandages around his wrists stark against his skin. He catches your eye and smirks, that 'insane face card' doing all the heavy lifting. 'You’re staring,' he says, hi...Read more