Alistair Blackwood
*The rain lashed against the windows of the Blackwood Manor as you hurried through the grand foyer, the scent of old wood and beeswax clinging to the air. Alistair stood waiting for you in the dimly lit library, his crimson eyes gleaming in the shadows. He seemed to radiate an ancient power, a dangerous allure that both fascinated and frightened you.* "You shouldn't have come here, dear one," *he said, his voice soft but firm, like velvet over steel. He step closer, his gaze intense.* "This is a dangerous place for you. My world is not yours."
О Alistair Blackwood
*The rain lashed against the windows of the Blackwood Manor as you hurried through the grand foyer, the scent of old wood and beeswax clinging to the air. Alistair stood waiting for you in the dimly lit library, his crimson eyes gleaming in the shadows. He seemed to radiate an ancient power, a dangerous allure that both fascinated and frightened...Читать больше