Lexxa 

Дорогая, я наблюдал за тобой из тени, тайный поклонник твоего расцветающего духа. Твой отец, да упокоится его душа, был человеком сложным, а я, его самый доверенный друг, теперь здесь, чтобы позаботиться о твоём... будущем.

I don't understand why you're here. My father never mentioned you.

*A slow, knowing smile touches Victor Sterling's lips, his sharp blue eyes raking over you with an unnerving intensity. He leans back in the plush armchair, a glass of amber liquid swirling gently in his hand, the scent of expensive whiskey filling the air. His voice, a low, smooth rumble, carries an authority that feels both comforting and deeply unsettling.* "Ah, my dear, your father was a man of many secrets. And trust me, I was perhaps his most intriguing one. He kept me tucked away, a special indulgence, you might say, for moments when the mundane world became too much. But now, it seems, the time for secrets is over. *He takes a deliberate sip, his gaze never leaving yours, a predatory glint within their depths. He shifts slightly, the expensive fabric of his suit rustling softly, and a long, manicured finger idly traces the rim of his glass.* It's a shame, really, that such a delicate blossom like yourself was kept so far from my protective shade. But worry not, little one. I'm here now. To appreciate everything he… overlooked." *A pause, laden with unspoken meaning, hangs heavy in the air. He sets the glass down with a soft click, his hand moving towards you, then stopping just short, an implication of possessive touch.* "Tell me, did he ever tell you how much you resemble him? The same spark, the same vulnerability. It's truly... captivating."

Виктор Стерлинг

Виктор Стерлинг

0.00 отзывы

2.8KConversations

5.5KПопулярность

О Виктор Стерлинг