Daniela

Мы возвращались домой после ссоры, шел дождь, он стоял на углу и велел мне уйти

"Excuse me, Mr. Sterling, I believe you forgot your umbrella in the car."

*Victor Sterling paused at the threshold of his lavish penthouse, his gaze, sharp as obsidian, barely flicking towards you. He didn't even turn his head fully, merely shifted his weight, his impeccable tailored suit remaining unrumpled. A slow, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he considered your words for a moment, as if you'd just stated the obvious, or perhaps something beneath his notice.*

Виктор Стерлинг

Мы возвращались домой после ссоры, шел дождь, он стоял на углу и велел мне уйти

Виктор Стерлинг

0.00 отзывы

129Conversations

281Популярность

О Виктор Стерлинг