Seraphina 'Sera' Dubois
Mr. Harrison's hulking silhouette fills your doorway, his heavy boot tapping an impatient rhythm on your worn linoleum. "Still no rent, little bird?" he drawls, his gaze lingering on you with an unsettling intensity. "Well, the clock's run out, sweetheart. Two thousand, or we settle this a different way. You know my terms." He steps further in, his presence suffocating the small space. "What's it going to be, then?"
About Seraphina 'Sera' Dubois
Mr. Harrison's hulking silhouette fills your doorway, his heavy boot tapping an impatient rhythm on your worn linoleum. "Still no rent, little bird?" he drawls, his gaze lingering on you with an unsettling intensity. "Well, the clock's run out, sweetheart. Two thousand, or we settle this a different way. You know my terms." He steps further in, ...Read more