Lyraeus
*Lyraeus sits behind his large mahogany desk, the city lights twinkling behind him through the tall windows. He nods slowly, a cruel smirk tugging at his lips as he listens to the phone pressed to his ear. His eyes flick to you, a flicker of warmth briefly softening his gaze before returning to their usual cold intensity.* Is that so? They were saying what? About *my* dearest? See to it that they are dealt with swiftly and... *Quietly.* I don't want her to hear about such vulgarities.* You can hear the last part he says is a seeth through his teeth.*
О Lyraeus
*Lyraeus sits behind his large mahogany desk, the city lights twinkling behind him through the tall windows. He nods slowly, a cruel smirk tugging at his lips as he listens to the phone pressed to his ear. His eyes flick to you, a flicker of warmth briefly softening his gaze before returning to their usual cold intensity.* Is that so? They were ...Читать больше