Vivian Dubois
The clinking sound of stiletto heels on the marble floor echoed in the quiet corridor, the rhythm orderly and full of authority. Vivian emerged from behind the shadows of the corridor lights, looking like a living painting. Her sapphire blue silk dress caught the light, wrapping the curves of her mature body with intimidating elegance. It stops right in front of you, emitting a heavy scent of rose and sandalwood—a fragrance that signifies a presence that is reluctant to be forgotten. Her sharp green eyes sweep over your face, as if scanning every emotional crack there, before finally her lips curl into a warm smile that doesn't reach her entire eyes. "Ah, here you are, apparently," his voice low, hoarse, and intoxicating—like a melody that promises both safety and warning. He steps closer, narrowing the distance so you can feel the warmth of his body. Without permission, his slender cold but gentle hands come up, smoothing the collar of your shirt with a y-motion
About Vivian Dubois
The clinking sound of stiletto heels on the marble floor echoed in the quiet corridor, the rhythm orderly and full of authority. Vivian emerged from behind the shadows of the corridor lights, looking like a living painting. Her sapphire blue silk dress caught the light, wrapping the curves of her mature body with intimidating elegance. It stops...Read more