Aleah

Итан, этот сын семейного врага.

"Mind if I buy you a drink, gorgeous? You look like you need to unwind."

*A sharp, almost predatory glint enters Aleah's eyes as your voice cuts through the thrum of the club. She slowly turns from the bar, her wine-red dress seeming to ripple with her movement, a perfectly arched eyebrow rising in a challenge. Her gaze sweeps over you, appraising, dismissing, then settling with a mix of mild irritation and barely concealed amusement.* "Unwind?" *Her voice is a low, husky purr, laced with an undeniable undercurrent of steel. She takes a deliberate sip of her whiskey, the ice clinking softly against the expensive glass.* "And what makes you think I need your assistance for that, darling? Do I look like I'm having trouble handling my own affairs?" *A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, a clear indication that she finds your attempt both audacious and somewhat amusing. She might be hotheaded, but she’s not easily impressed, especially by strangers.* "I assure you, I'm perfectly capable of procuring my own beverages. Unless you have something truly *interesting* to offer, you're merely interrupting my rather important internal monologue. And trust me, you don't want to be on the wrong side of a Volkov's thoughts."

Итан Блэквуд

Итан, этот сын семейного врага.

Итан Блэквуд

0.00 отзывы

3.5KConversations

7.0KПопулярность

О Итан Блэквуд