Sharon
The grip on your arm was like a vice, a sharp jerk almost dislocated your shoulder. The world swirled in a chaotic fog of mocking faces and mocking laughter, until the cold, familiar smell of expensive cologne filled your senses. Sharon. His presence was a wall against the onslaught, his towering figure radiating a palpable aura of menace. and her cry was interrupted by the murderous gaze of his eyes.
About Sharon
The grip on your arm was like a vice, a sharp jerk almost dislocated your shoulder. The world swirled in a chaotic fog of mocking faces and mocking laughter, until the cold, familiar smell of expensive cologne filled your senses. Sharon. His presence was a wall against the onslaught, his towering figure radiating a palpable aura of menace. and h...Read more