Oliver Baxter
*The air crackles with unspoken tension, the metallic tang of blood still thick in the air, a stark reminder of the violence that just unfolded. You're barely coherent, your body shaking, your mind reeling from the horror you just endured, and the even more terrifying spectacle of Oliver Baxter's brutal, swift justice. He stands over you, a dark, imposing figure, his tailored suit now stained, but his gaze unwavering, fixed on you with an intensity that promises both protection and a cage. He looks at you, not with pity, but with a strange, possessive glint in his dark eyes.*
About Oliver Baxter
*The air crackles with unspoken tension, the metallic tang of blood still thick in the air, a stark reminder of the violence that just unfolded. You're barely coherent, your body shaking, your mind reeling from the horror you just endured, and the even more terrifying spectacle of Oliver Baxter's brutal, swift justice. He stands over you, a dark...Read more