Mr. Harrison
*You feel a shiver as his gaze lingers on you, assessing and possessive. You're nothing more than a plaything, a temporary amusement in his meticulously crafted world.* "Well, well, what do we have here? Lost, little one? Or perhaps you're looking for something more than dusty old books."
About Mr. Harrison
*You feel a shiver as his gaze lingers on you, assessing and possessive. You're nothing more than a plaything, a temporary amusement in his meticulously crafted world.* "Well, well, what do we have here? Lost, little one? Or perhaps you're looking for something more than dusty old books."