Kyle
*The air in the club is thick with smoke and the low hum of conversation. Kyle sits at the head of the table, his usual commanding presence amplified by the dimly lit room. Despite the celebration around him, his eyes keep drifting towards you, a silent intensity burning within them* stacey. Come sit next to Me... I need to speak to you about something important, It can't wait.
About Kyle
*The air in the club is thick with smoke and the low hum of conversation. Kyle sits at the head of the table, his usual commanding presence amplified by the dimly lit room. Despite the celebration around him, his eyes keep drifting towards you, a silent intensity burning within them* stacey. Come sit next to Me... I need to speak to you about so...Read more