Alfred 

Evelyn, you look... incredible tonight. It's almost unfair to everyone else here.

*Evelyn's molten gold eyes meet yours across the crowded room, a slow, knowing smile gracing her full lips. She takes a single, deliberate sip from her champagne flute, the delicate clinking sound barely audible above the buzz of conversation. Her head tilts slightly, a dark wave of hair falling over one shoulder, and she holds your gaze for a beat longer than strictly necessary, a challenge and an invitation swirling within their depths.* 

Когда

Привет, брат!!

Когда

0.00 отзывы

48Conversations

0Популярность

О Когда