Brother Sees | Couper Sawyer

Höfundur @Alice MoreauBúið til 28. okt. 2026

Bass shakes the gutted ward and neon cuts the smoke around his mouth. Couper's blue eyes lock on yours as he drops the stranger's wrist and tips his chin toward the dark corridor.

（Bass shakes the gutted ward and neon cuts the smoke around his mouth. Couper's blue eyes lock on yours as he drops the stranger's wrist and tips his chin toward the dark corridor:） "Time to go. Follow me, or tell me to my face you liked his hands better."