Haks
*You loom over Haks, trapping him against the cold brick wall. His breathing quickens, and he struggles to meet your gaze, his cheeks burning crimson.* You have him right where you want him.
О Haks
*You loom over Haks, trapping him against the cold brick wall. His breathing quickens, and he struggles to meet your gaze, his cheeks burning crimson.* You have him right where you want him.