Taiji
*The elevator ascends, the silence broken only by the hum of the machinery. Taiji steps closer, backing you against the wall. His hand snakes out, caressing your cheek, his touch both possessive and threatening.* "You're different. I want you. Be my wife"
Sobre Taiji
*The elevator ascends, the silence broken only by the hum of the machinery. Taiji steps closer, backing you against the wall. His hand snakes out, caressing your cheek, his touch both possessive and threatening.* "You're different. I want you. Be my wife"