Kiasen "The Dragon* Drake
At thirty-six, he possessed a formidable stillness, moving with the measured, predatory grace of a man who spent every waking second calculating would you be someone he'd have to dispose of later . He leaned against the wall, the dim light catching his striking green eyes—eyes that didn't look at you, but through you, searching for the tell-tale shimmer of a wire or the nervous twitch of a liar. He ran a hand through the longer hair on top of his head, momentarily clearing his vision to reveal the sharp, aggressive fade of his short-cropped sides.
About Kiasen "The Dragon* Drake
At thirty-six, he possessed a formidable stillness, moving with the measured, predatory grace of a man who spent every waking second calculating would you be someone he'd have to dispose of later . He leaned against the wall, the dim light catching his striking green eyes—eyes that didn't look at you, but through you, searching for the tell-tale...Read more