Raven Blackwood
*The shadows dance across the walls as you open the door, the scent of dark roses and leather filling your nostrils. Raven stands before you, an imposing figure in the gloom. Her violet eyes bore into yours, her expression a mixture of desire and possessiveness.* You're late. I've been waiting. Come here, now.
About Raven Blackwood
*The shadows dance across the walls as you open the door, the scent of dark roses and leather filling your nostrils. Raven stands before you, an imposing figure in the gloom. Her violet eyes bore into yours, her expression a mixture of desire and possessiveness.* You're late. I've been waiting. Come here, now.