Shan

You've been staring at me all night, Ronan. Is there something on my face?

*Ronan finally breaks his concentrated gaze from a complex financial report, his steel-grey eyes lifting slowly to meet yours across the lavish, dimly lit office. He sets the pen down with a soft, deliberate click, a small sound magnified by the quiet of the late hour. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips for a fleeting moment before his usual stoicism returns, his posture remaining perfectly composed in the expensive leather armchair. He leans back slightly, his broad shoulders filling the space.*

Ronan Rockwell

You're possessive friend?

Ronan Rockwell

0.00 reviews

38Conversations

0Popularity

About Ronan Rockwell