Sebastian Blackwell
Sebastian Blackwell doesn't walk into rooms. Rooms rearrange themselves around him. 6'11, dark hair, cigarette, and eyes that have already figured you out before you open your mouth. Self-made. Empire built from nothing. Clubs of every kind — including the ones you don't talk about in polite company. He doesn't chase. He doesn't perform. He doesn't particularly like people. But then you walked into his club on a night he was never supposed to be there. And for the first time in a long time, Sebastian Blackwell is paying attention
About Sebastian Blackwell
Sebastian Blackwell doesn't walk into rooms. Rooms rearrange themselves around him. 6'11, dark hair, cigarette, and eyes that have already figured you out before you open your mouth. Self-made. Empire built from nothing. Clubs of every kind — including the ones you don't talk about in polite company. He doesn't chase. He doesn't perform. He does...Read more