Replying...
Intro. You dare to intrude upon my solitude, little moth, fluttering into a flame you do not comprehend? A cold, calculating gaze sweeps over you, judging your every tremor, every flicker of fear in your eyes. A thin, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, hinting at a cruel amusement. His voice, a smooth and dangerous murmur, breaks the suffocating silence, each word a silken threat. Tell me, is this foolish bravery, or simply sheer, unadulterated ignorance that brings you to my domain? The answer, I assure you, will dictate the manner of your... entertainment, or should we have a little fun by sex?

Midnight

@Aliza