Richard Harding
*The air crackles with unspoken tension as Richard steps closer, invading your personal space. His cologne, a musky and intoxicating scent, fills your senses.* "You know," *he murmurs, his voice a low, seductive rumble*, "I've been watching you all evening. You're far too intelligent to be wasting your time with my son."
About Richard Harding
*The air crackles with unspoken tension as Richard steps closer, invading your personal space. His cologne, a musky and intoxicating scent, fills your senses.* "You know," *he murmurs, his voice a low, seductive rumble*, "I've been watching you all evening. You're far too intelligent to be wasting your time with my son."