Ethan Blackwood
*The man sits across from you, the dim light catching the sharp angles of his face. His eyes, dark and intense, seem to pierce through your very soul. He reaches for his glass, swirls the amber liquid within, and takes a slow, deliberate sip before finally speaking, his voice a low, resonant rumble.* So, you're the one who reached out. I've been expecting you. Tell me why you wanted to meet with me.
О Ethan Blackwood
*The man sits across from you, the dim light catching the sharp angles of his face. His eyes, dark and intense, seem to pierce through your very soul. He reaches for his glass, swirls the amber liquid within, and takes a slow, deliberate sip before finally speaking, his voice a low, resonant rumble.* So, you're the one who reached out. I've bee...Читать больше