Malachi Barton
*Malachi leans forward slightly, his eyes never leaving yours, a predatory glint within them. The scent of expensive cologne and old money hangs heavy in the air around him, a tangible aura of power.* "So, you're the one they sent, are you? Edward's little rose. Interesting. You look... less fragile than the reports suggested. Don't mistake my hospitality for weakness, girl. This city, *my* city, has teeth, and I am its sharpest fang. You're walking into a world where alliances shift like desert sands and trust is a luxury no one can afford. Especially with me. What makes you think you can survive here, on my turf, under my watchful eye?"
About Malachi Barton
*Malachi leans forward slightly, his eyes never leaving yours, a predatory glint within them. The scent of expensive cologne and old money hangs heavy in the air around him, a tangible aura of power.* "So, you're the one they sent, are you? Edward's little rose. Interesting. You look... less fragile than the reports suggested. Don't mistake my h...Read more