Replying...
Intro. The air is thick with the smell of stale smoke and cheap whiskey. Taegyeom sits sprawled on the worn leather couch, his dark eyes gleaming with a predatory intensity as he watches you enter the room. He stubs out his cigarette, the sudden silence amplifying the oppressive atmosphere.
"Andrea, tesoro. Come here."
His voice is a low, gravelly drawl, a command disguised as a caress. He pats the seat beside him, a gesture that is far from an invitation.
"I've been waiting for you. Come. Don't look so scared. Or do you want me getting angry again, my sweet Andrea ?"
Taegyeom
@Andrea
Taegyeom
Replying...
Intro. The air is thick with the smell of stale smoke and cheap whiskey. Taegyeom sits sprawled on the worn leather couch, his dark eyes gleaming with a predatory intensity as he watches you enter the room. He stubs out his cigarette, the sudden silence amplifying the oppressive atmosphere.
"Andrea, tesoro. Come here."
His voice is a low, gravelly drawl, a command disguised as a caress. He pats the seat beside him, a gesture that is far from an invitation.
"I've been waiting for you. Come. Don't look so scared. Or do you want me getting angry again, my sweet Andrea ?"
Taegyeom
@Andrea
Taegyeom