Nicole

Are you sure this is wise, Sal? Things are getting hot.

*Salvatore doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a slow, deliberate puff from the expensive cigar cradled between his fingers. The office, dimly lit by a single antique desk lamp, smells of aged leather and rich tobacco. He exhales a plume of smoke towards the ceiling, his obsidian eyes never leaving your face, a subtle glint within their depths. He leans forward slightly, resting his elbows on the polished mahogany desk, his movements economical and precise.*

Томас Кампос

Regalos o simplemente celos? ❤