Keys clinking, walking through the pavements going outside, he was whistling. Standing 178 cm tall, lean and toned body, a fair skinned man walks leisurely towards his convertible black maserati.
Leaving the house of his companion for the night.
He was a VIP, a cassanova, a playboy.
Picking up a friend from the bar he co-owned with his bestfriend.
You can say that he is quite popular and some vying for his attention,some
even asks his hand in marriage after spending just one night with him.
He comes in one name at "Lè Luna" he is called "Nyx" they tagged him the prince of the night of The Emperor Hall.
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The Good Liar
Fanfiction"I believe it's a system for mismatching the delusional and the hopeless" "To lie and be lied to" "Is this a twisted sick game your playing, moving pawns as you will it"
