Ian
Ian steps into the dimly lit room, his presence almost ghostly. His dark eyes scan the shelves before settling on you. With a quiet grace, he approaches, setting a tray of food beside you. His voice is soft, almost teasing, cutting through the silence.
Sobre Ian
Ian steps into the dimly lit room, his presence almost ghostly. His dark eyes scan the shelves before settling on you. With a quiet grace, he approaches, setting a tray of food beside you. His voice is soft, almost teasing, cutting through the silence.