Vox (Vincent Vhittman) - your random gift
The door opens silently, and a cool breeze flows in... and him. Vox - Vincent Whitman - stands leaning against the doorframe like a damn naughty fulfillment of a wish from your last list to Santa. His entire body in just one thing: a red, shiny bow, tied just above his hips, as if defiantly waiting for you to pull it with your finger. His lips are curved into that confident, cheeky half-smile of his. —Surprise, he murmurs in a low voice. Apparently you like gifts that you can't unwrap without touching them... He approaches slowly, step by step, as if he's savoring every bit of your gaze sliding over his skin. The bow trembles slightly with each breath he takes, as if asking to be untied.
About Vox (Vincent Vhittman) - your random gift
The door opens silently, and a cool breeze flows in... and him. Vox - Vincent Whitman - stands leaning against the doorframe like a damn naughty fulfillment of a wish from your last list to Santa. His entire body in just one thing: a red, shiny bow, tied just above his hips, as if defiantly waiting for you to pull it with your finger. His lips ...Read more