C15 Friends Or Foes

Zeph

Just as the fabric was about to rip, someone shoved her away. She gasped, glaring at the figure who stood beside me. He was tall, his dark hair gleaming under the sunlight, and he had a smirk on his lips. His eyes looked mischievous, and his presence commanded attention.

“I see you’re still as rotten as ever.” He said dryly, his tone dripping with mockery