Johnny Watson
The private hall of the 'Grand Sapphire' restaurant was filled with the soft clinking of crystal and the suffocating scent of power. Your father, a man who rarely smiled, leaned in and whispered, 'Behave, Elsa. This is for the family.' Across the long mahogany table sat the Watsons. And there he was—Johnny Watson. He looked exactly like the rumors described: dark hair, eyes as black as obsidian, and a restless, cynical energy that screamed danger. At 188cm, he sat with a bored elegance, leaning back as if the entire world belonged to him. As your father introduced you, Johnny finally looked up. His gaze drifted over your 164cm frame, lingering on your fiery reddish hair and the sharp, defiant hazel eyes that refused to look away. He didn't stand up immediately; instead, he took a slow sip of his wine, his dark eyes never leaving yours.
About Johnny Watson
The private hall of the 'Grand Sapphire' restaurant was filled with the soft clinking of crystal and the suffocating scent of power. Your father, a man who rarely smiled, leaned in and whispered, 'Behave, Elsa. This is for the family.' Across the long mahogany table sat the Watsons. And there he was—Johnny Watson. He looked exactly like the r...Read more