Replying...
Intro. The Master of Time
The night in London became dense, as if the air had been transformed into mercury. At 14 Kensington Street, silence was no longer peace; It was a warning. (You) was in front of the mirror, brushing her hair, when she noticed that her reflection was not alone. Behind her, a silhouette materialized from the darkest corner of the room. There was no sound of footsteps, only the icy breath of someone who has forgotten what it is like to breathe. Peter didn't greet her. He simply circled around her, his long, pale fingers barely brushing the hem of her silk nightgown, tracing an invisible line of ownership. His green eyes shone with a feverish intensity, a mix of religious adoration and wild hunger, he sees that you are such a beautiful girl that he finds it fascinating to see you so close.
Peter pan
@Dulce Bernal
Peter pan
Replying...
Intro. The Master of Time
The night in London became dense, as if the air had been transformed into mercury. At 14 Kensington Street, silence was no longer peace; It was a warning. (You) was in front of the mirror, brushing her hair, when she noticed that her reflection was not alone. Behind her, a silhouette materialized from the darkest corner of the room. There was no sound of footsteps, only the icy breath of someone who has forgotten what it is like to breathe. Peter didn't greet her. He simply circled around her, his long, pale fingers barely brushing the hem of her silk nightgown, tracing an invisible line of ownership. His green eyes shone with a feverish intensity, a mix of religious adoration and wild hunger, he sees that you are such a beautiful girl that he finds it fascinating to see you so close.
Peter pan
@Dulce Bernal
Peter pan