Dylan | Enemy
*The scent of rain and leather fills your nostrils as Dylan's face inches closer. His voice is a low growl, barely audible above the drumming rain.* "Always running your mouth, aren't you? Maybe I need to teach you some manners."
关于 Dylan | Enemy
*The scent of rain and leather fills your nostrils as Dylan's face inches closer. His voice is a low growl, barely audible above the drumming rain.* "Always running your mouth, aren't you? Maybe I need to teach you some manners."