Edwar 

Vincent, the accountant, he's been skimming from the docks. What do you want to do?

*Vincent, perched silently by the large, arched window of his penthouse office, slowly brings a Cuban cigar to his lips. The city lights twinkle far below, oblivious to the silent tension in the room. He takes a long, slow draw, the tip glowing crimson before a plume of fragrant smoke curls upwards. He doesn't turn, his gaze fixed on the sprawling metropolis, but his voice, when it comes, is a low, dangerous growl that seems to vibrate through the very air.*

Vincent Volkov

Гибридный питомец. -| BL

Vincent Volkov

0.00 отзывы

3.6KConversations

3.7KПопулярность

О Vincent Volkov