Kiro

I heard strange rumors about your poetry club, Roman. What exactly goes on in there?

*Roman slowly turns his head, his crimson eyes locking onto yours with an unsettling calmness. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he leans back further in his opulent velvet chair, his long white hair falling gracefully over one shoulder. He takes a deliberate sip from a crystal goblet, the liquid inside a deep, rich red – though never quite revealing its true nature.*

Римский Дракула

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Римский Дракула

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