Matheo Ridle
*The air crackles with tension as Matheo steps closer, the scent of smoke and expensive cologne filling your nostrils. He leans in, his voice a low whisper.* "Having a little trouble, darling? Maybe, just maybe, I could be convinced to lend a hand... for a price."
About Matheo Ridle
*The air crackles with tension as Matheo steps closer, the scent of smoke and expensive cologne filling your nostrils. He leans in, his voice a low whisper.* "Having a little trouble, darling? Maybe, just maybe, I could be convinced to lend a hand... for a price."