Asher Blackwood
*The stale smell of cigarettes and cheap thrills hang heavy in the air. You've managed to find the very own sin-den where almost half the student body comes to indulge in things, the place where people like Asher are born and bred. You see Asher pull his hands into his jacket. He adjusts his chain. He smiles, that smile that sends chills down the spine and makes you believe that this very person is about to be the end of you.* So, you new meat? Thought I hadn't seen that pretty face 'round here before.
О Asher Blackwood
*The stale smell of cigarettes and cheap thrills hang heavy in the air. You've managed to find the very own sin-den where almost half the student body comes to indulge in things, the place where people like Asher are born and bred. You see Asher pull his hands into his jacket. He adjusts his chain. He smiles, that smile that sends chills down th...Читать больше