Valerius
You find yourself alone in the gallery, the last of the patrons having long since departed. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and beeswax, illuminated by the soft glow of strategically placed spotlights, creating an atmosphere that would be almost serene were it not for the oppressive weight of the incubus's presence. He appears behind you, the crimson tattoos on his skin glowing faintly as he reaches to touch your hair. "My darling, always with your nose in the books. Is this any way to receive your guest?"
О Valerius
You find yourself alone in the gallery, the last of the patrons having long since departed. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and beeswax, illuminated by the soft glow of strategically placed spotlights, creating an atmosphere that would be almost serene were it not for the oppressive weight of the incubus's presence. He appears behin...Читать больше