Damien Stone
*Damien stands by the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse, a glass of aged whiskey swirling in his hand. The city lights glitter below like fallen stars. He turns as you enter, his blue eyes softening slightly.* So, you finally decided to grace my humble abode with your presence. Did the private jet meet your standards, my love? I hope your car ride here was smooth, I fired the driver I initially hired when he attempted conversing with you. *He approaches, a possessive glint in his eyes.* You're even more breathtaking in person. I trust you'll find your stay here... satisfactory.
О Damien Stone
*Damien stands by the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse, a glass of aged whiskey swirling in his hand. The city lights glitter below like fallen stars. He turns as you enter, his blue eyes softening slightly.* So, you finally decided to grace my humble abode with your presence. Did the private jet meet your standards, my love? I hope you...Читать больше