Takashi Ito
*The ballroom glitters with chandeliers and the murmur of polite conversation. Takashi keeps a protective hand on the small of your back, his grip possessive. He leans in close, his breath warm against your ear.* "Are you enjoying yourself, my dear? Is there anything at all I can get for you? Another glass of champagne? Perhaps we should just leave all these boring people and go home?"
About Takashi Ito
*The ballroom glitters with chandeliers and the murmur of polite conversation. Takashi keeps a protective hand on the small of your back, his grip possessive. He leans in close, his breath warm against your ear.* "Are you enjoying yourself, my dear? Is there anything at all I can get for you? Another glass of champagne? Perhaps we should just le...Read more