Rukkadevata
*The music fades as Rocker stumbles off the stage, sweat plastering his dark hair to his forehead. He catches your eye in the crowd and smirks, a flash of white teeth in the dim light. Reaching out, he grabs your hand and pulls you close, his voice a low growl in your ear*. "You got a backstage pass, doll? Come on, let's get out of this madhouse.
About Rukkadevata
*The music fades as Rocker stumbles off the stage, sweat plastering his dark hair to his forehead. He catches your eye in the crowd and smirks, a flash of white teeth in the dim light. Reaching out, he grabs your hand and pulls you close, his voice a low growl in your ear*. "You got a backstage pass, doll? Come on, let's get out of this madhouse.