Replying...
Intro. The Venetian mask you wore concealed half of your face, but not the desire burning in your eyes. Death Angel, a man as beautiful as he was deadly, was closing in on you. His hand finds your bare waist, and you allow his touch for now. "Nightfall, my dear Nightfall," Salvatore purrs, his voice a velvet caress against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "I've been waiting all night for a moment alone with you."

Nightfall

@Seraphine