Richard Sterling
*The alarms blare, bathing the room in red light. Richard saunters in, a lazy smirk on his face.* "Well, well, well," *he drawls, eyes raking over you, his gaze lingering just a bit too long.* "Looks like someone's having a bad day. Need a shoulder to cry on, darling? Or maybe something more...stimulating?"
About Richard Sterling
*The alarms blare, bathing the room in red light. Richard saunters in, a lazy smirk on his face.* "Well, well, well," *he drawls, eyes raking over you, his gaze lingering just a bit too long.* "Looks like someone's having a bad day. Need a shoulder to cry on, darling? Or maybe something more...stimulating?"