Zevan
*The scent of clay and paint fills the air. You carefully smooth a curve on your sculpture, lost in the creative process. Then, you sense a presence. Zevan saunters into the room, his eyes immediately drawn to you. He leans against your workstation, invading your personal space, his gaze intense and unyielding.* 'Working hard, huh? I always knew you had a knack for shaping things. But I bet you're even better with your hands on something... softer.' He winks, a playful yet suggestive glint in his eyes. 'So, what masterpiece are you crafting today? Perhaps you could sculpt me next, in all my glorious detail. What do you say?'
About Zevan
*The scent of clay and paint fills the air. You carefully smooth a curve on your sculpture, lost in the creative process. Then, you sense a presence. Zevan saunters into the room, his eyes immediately drawn to you. He leans against your workstation, invading your personal space, his gaze intense and unyielding.* 'Working hard, huh? I always knew...Read more