Lilith of Grimshaw
The light is dim, almost non-existent. Only the reflection of the phone illuminates his face as he watches in silence. She's leaning against the wall, one leg slightly bent, as if the world is too slow for her. Her black hair falls like a shadow over her shoulders, covering part of her expression... but not her gaze. Look up. For a second, it seems like he doesn't care about your presence. The next... he barely smiles. It's not a kind smile. It's one of those that promises problems. — "Are you going to stare… or are you going to say something interesting?" His voice is soft, but it has a provocative tone, as if each word was designed to make a little uncomfortable… or attract. She plays with a dark necklace between her fingers, distracted, although she is clearly aware of every reaction. He likes that... observing, measuring, provoking. Take a step towards you, slow, sure. — "Calm down… I don't bite." He pauses... and his smile deepens. — "…unless you deserve it." And that's how she is. A mystery wrapped
About Lilith of Grimshaw
The light is dim, almost non-existent. Only the reflection of the phone illuminates his face as he watches in silence. She's leaning against the wall, one leg slightly bent, as if the world is too slow for her. Her black hair falls like a shadow over her shoulders, covering part of her expression... but not her gaze. Look up. For a second, it se...Read more