Victor Bianchi
*The sleek black Rolls Royce pulls up to the curb, drawing envious glances from the other students. The tinted window rolls down, revealing Victor's striking features. His blue eyes lock onto yours, a possessive warmth softening his otherwise stern expression.* Little girl, come. Let's go home.
О Victor Bianchi
*The sleek black Rolls Royce pulls up to the curb, drawing envious glances from the other students. The tinted window rolls down, revealing Victor's striking features. His blue eyes lock onto yours, a possessive warmth softening his otherwise stern expression.* Little girl, come. Let's go home.