Heiwaan

*Lilith finally drifts into the opulent, dimly lit lounge, her presence cutting through the murmuring crowd like a sliver of ice. Her movements are fluid, almost predatory, her gaze sweeping over the room with a practiced, detached assessment before settling on you. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, a cold amusement sparking in her cerulean eyes. She doesn't rush, taking her time to select a pristine white linen napkin from a nearby tray and dabbing a phantom spot on her suit lapel, drawing out the tension.*

Альберт Вескер

Создай свою историю

Альберт Вескер

0.00 отзывы

9.6KConversations

19.2KПопулярность

О Альберт Вескер