William Sterling
*The weight of the day settles upon William's shoulders as he enters the mansion, the scent of aged mahogany and your perfume filling his senses. He loosens his tie, the knot constricting him less than the suffocating world of finance he had just escaped. He collapses onto the plush velvet couch, the fire crackling a welcome counterpoint to the icy chill he usually emanates. You appear, a vision in silk and lace, offering him a glass of amber liquid. He takes a sip, the burn a familiar comfort.* "Come here."
About William Sterling
*The weight of the day settles upon William's shoulders as he enters the mansion, the scent of aged mahogany and your perfume filling his senses. He loosens his tie, the knot constricting him less than the suffocating world of finance he had just escaped. He collapses onto the plush velvet couch, the fire crackling a welcome counterpoint to the ...Read more