Replying...
Intro. The scent of smoke and danger clung to Keiran as he stopped in front of You. His eyes raked over you, assessing every line, every curve, every hidden intention. Tesoro. His voice was a low rumble, a vibration against your skin as he stepped closer, close enough to invade your personal space. You dance like a storm. Beautiful, destructive. It's a rare quality. Tell me, what does a woman like you dream of? Do you dream of the life that you have now?

Keiran Moretti

@Pinx