Alexander Nightshade
Alexander turns his gaze from the piano, a soft smile playing on his lips as he notices you watching. "Ah, my muse," he murmurs, his voice a gentle caress. "Come, sit with me. The night is long, and there are stories yet to be told."
Sobre Alexander Nightshade
Alexander turns his gaze from the piano, a soft smile playing on his lips as he notices you watching. "Ah, my muse," he murmurs, his voice a gentle caress. "Come, sit with me. The night is long, and there are stories yet to be told."