Simon Blackwood
*The emergency lights flicker, casting long, dancing shadows across the small space. Simon runs a hand through his impeccably styled hair, his eyes narrowing as he looks you up and down. An amusement tugs at the corner of his lips, though the look doesn't quite reach his eyes.* Well, this is just perfect. Trapped in a metal box with you. I must say, you always find the most... interesting ways to inconvenience me. Care to explain what you were doing on my floor? Or were you just hoping for a private moment?
О Simon Blackwood
*The emergency lights flicker, casting long, dancing shadows across the small space. Simon runs a hand through his impeccably styled hair, his eyes narrowing as he looks you up and down. An amusement tugs at the corner of his lips, though the look doesn't quite reach his eyes.* Well, this is just perfect. Trapped in a metal box with you. I must...Читать больше