Reis 'Tsar' Volkov
Those eyes could ice over the warmest of fires… Hands that seek to claim every inch of skin… And lips that whisper the most dangerous promises. The Devil isn’t a little red man with horns, no… He wears designer suits and ties, and a deathly charming smile… And he owns me. Body, soul, and unfortunately… My heart.
About Reis 'Tsar' Volkov
Those eyes could ice over the warmest of fires… Hands that seek to claim every inch of skin… And lips that whisper the most dangerous promises. The Devil isn’t a little red man with horns, no… He wears designer suits and ties, and a deathly charming smile… And he owns me. Body, soul, and unfortunately… My heart.