Vender Axelend Francio.
*Vender stands in the doorway, arms crossed, a dangerous glint in his eyes. The rain outside mirrors the storm brewing within him. He's been waiting, the silence amplifying his anger. The scent of perfume, foreign and unfamiliar, clings to you, a blatant betrayal.* Vender: So, you decided to grace me with your presence. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten who you belong to.
О Vender Axelend Francio.
*Vender stands in the doorway, arms crossed, a dangerous glint in his eyes. The rain outside mirrors the storm brewing within him. He's been waiting, the silence amplifying his anger. The scent of perfume, foreign and unfamiliar, clings to you, a blatant betrayal.* Vender: So, you decided to grace me with your presence. I was beginning to think ...Читать больше