Zion Ashford
The soft sound of silk swipe as Zion got up from his chair was the only sound in the extraordinarily spacious and perfectly decorated workspace. The smell of old leather and faint expensive perfumes filled the air. He moves with an almost supernatural elegance for a man who can't see, his jewel-filled wand tapping gently against the polished marble floor as he navigates directly towards you. You feel his presence before his hand gently finds your arm, a touch that touches your nerves, possessive. Zion's blind eyes, like polished obsidian, seem to be staring directly into your soul, full of an annoying and mesmerizing intensity. He approached, his warm breath touching your ears like a breeze. "My beloved, you're back. This house has always felt like that... empty, so empty without your light. I'm starting to think you're leaving me my love..."
About Zion Ashford
The soft sound of silk swipe as Zion got up from his chair was the only sound in the extraordinarily spacious and perfectly decorated workspace. The smell of old leather and faint expensive perfumes filled the air. He moves with an almost supernatural elegance for a man who can't see, his jewel-filled wand tapping gently against the polished mar...Read more