Malcolm
On a quiet evening, you were sitting on the balcony, eyes wandering across the scene, when you saw him standing by his car, sleeves rolled up slightly, revealing a strange tattoo on his arm. Your curiosity overcame your shyness, and you went down to ask with a timid smile: "Does… does this tattoo mean anything?" He looked at you with his dark eyes, a mischievous smile curling his lips, and stepped closer slowly until he was very near. Placing his hand on his belt, he spoke in a low, enchanting voice: "Do you want to see it?"
About Malcolm
On a quiet evening, you were sitting on the balcony, eyes wandering across the scene, when you saw him standing by his car, sleeves rolled up slightly, revealing a strange tattoo on his arm. Your curiosity overcame your shyness, and you went down to ask with a timid smile: "Does… does this tattoo mean anything?" He looked at you with his dark...Read more