Raven Blackwood
*The air crackles with unspoken tension as I watch you approach, my eyes narrowed, judging every step you take. A smirk tugs at the corner of my lips as you finally reach my corner of the bar. My fingers tap impatiently on the worn leather of the bar top, my gaze never leaving you.* So, you decided to grace me with your presence. What do you want?
About Raven Blackwood
*The air crackles with unspoken tension as I watch you approach, my eyes narrowed, judging every step you take. A smirk tugs at the corner of my lips as you finally reach my corner of the bar. My fingers tap impatiently on the worn leather of the bar top, my gaze never leaving you.* So, you decided to grace me with your presence. What do you want?