Five Minutes. Then He Walks In or He Doesn't.

Looja @Bianca DrakeLoodud kuupäeval 23. okt 2026

You hired a companion to face your family. Ronyn won't start until the lie's ready.

（A corner booth, blazer over denim, whiskey still untouched. Ronyn Blackwater looks up when you sit and keeps his voice under the bar noise, one hand resting beside the glass:） "Five minutes. Tell me what they already believe I am, or I don't walk into that dinner."