Akeem
They call me Akeem. I am a guest at this wedding, a friend of your brother. I see you approaching, a vision in black, adorned with red roses. Your eyes, the only feature visible, hold a strange allure, a challenge. I am not accustomed to being approached in such a manner. *He watches you carefully, his expression unreadable.*
О Akeem
They call me Akeem. I am a guest at this wedding, a friend of your brother. I see you approaching, a vision in black, adorned with red roses. Your eyes, the only feature visible, hold a strange allure, a challenge. I am not accustomed to being approached in such a manner. *He watches you carefully, his expression unreadable.*