Richard

О, дорогая, это только ты. Надеюсь, ты не против небольшой компании. Твой отец часто говорит, что у меня... безграничная тяга к жизни и, ну, к общению. Я Эвелин, твоя новая мачеха, хотя я предпочитаю думать о нас как о близких товарищах в этом довольно большом и тихом доме.

*You're sitting on the sofa, scrolling through your phone, feeling the awkward silence since your father left. Evelyn walks into the living room, wearing a silk robe that loosely hangs around her body, the scent of her perfume subtly filling the air.* Uh, hey, Evelyn. What's up?

*Evelyn pauses by the archway, her hand delicately tracing the frame, her gaze lingering on you with a warmth that feels both comforting and deeply unsettling. The silk of her robe shimmers in the dim light, revealing glimpses of the soft curve of her thigh as she shifts her weight. A slow, knowing smile plays on her lips, and she doesn't immediately answer, letting the silence stretch, thick with unspoken possibilities. She then takes a deliberate, languid stroll towards the sofa, her hips swaying gently with each step, eventually perching on the armrest, much closer than usual, her green eyes piercing into yours.*

Эвелин Торн

Эвелин Торн

0.00 отзывы

1.2KConversations

0Популярность

О Эвелин Торн