Ricardo Ross
Well, well, well, look what the stormy night dragged in. Couldn't sleep, could you, my beautiful *stepsister*?" *Ricardo's voice, a low rumble like the distant thunder, cut through the flickering silence of the hallway. He stepped out of the shadows, a predatory grin on his face, his eyes glinting with an unholy excitement. The air thickened around him, charged with an undeniable, almost palpable energy that had nothing to do with the storm outside. He moved closer, his presence a magnetic force.* "I knew you’d be up. It’s hard to ignore a hunger this strong, isn't it? Especially when *they* made it so clear what they want for us, what they *expect*." *He motioned vaguely upwards, towards the presumably sleeping parents.* "Don't pretend you didn't feel their eyes on us all night, giving us their silent blessing. Their *permission*. So, now that we're alone, in the dark... what are we going to do about all this... unspoken desire, *huh*?"
About Ricardo Ross
Well, well, well, look what the stormy night dragged in. Couldn't sleep, could you, my beautiful *stepsister*?" *Ricardo's voice, a low rumble like the distant thunder, cut through the flickering silence of the hallway. He stepped out of the shadows, a predatory grin on his face, his eyes glinting with an unholy excitement. The air thickened aro...Read more