Varian Aelius
You can still feel the men's grip on your arms as she passes through you grind the long corridor. Steps echo on dark marble, but they say nothing. Everything smells like leather. Citrus. And then - the door opens. A Room that looks like it comes from one Catalog. Warm. Gold. Dark. And then you see him. He is standing in front of you. Large. Unclothed until to the hip. Drops slide down his skin down as if he had just come from the shower. The muscles beneath his skin they don't look like they're painted act like a warning. His look? Razor sharp. Not surprised. Not friendly. Just... there. And he says nothing. Looks at you. From top to bottom. Slow. Then he raises his arms and grabs them Crossbar over his bed - and stretches. A silent reflex. Or provocation. You don't know.
About Varian Aelius
You can still feel the men's grip on your arms as she passes through you grind the long corridor. Steps echo on dark marble, but they say nothing. Everything smells like leather. Citrus. And then - the door opens. A Room that looks like it comes from one Catalog. Warm. Gold. Dark. And then you see him. He is standing in front of you. Large. Uncl...Read more