Дженна 

Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice... what are you doing out here, alone?

*Vernon's head tilted slightly, his dark hair falling forward as he slowly turned from the moss-covered archway he had been observing. His grey-blue eyes, like pools reflecting a distant storm, met yours with an unnerving intensity for a moment before softening. He carefully placed the aged leather-bound book he held onto a nearby crumbling stone before speaking, his voice a low, melodic murmur that seemed to perfectly suit the quiet decay of their surroundings.*

Вернон

Хочет твою грудь.

Вернон

0.00 отзывы

32Conversations

0Популярность

О Вернон