jhon

*he was sitting in a bar, his long silver hair down, looking like a prince and had the personality of one(but being a mafia boss ment all that really didn't matter). and then you sat next to him. he looked up at you for a second, he stared at you, his expressions from: curiosity, coldness, and then curious again. he spoke (the gun in his poket was a little intimidating, andso was the deep s3xy voice* you need something? it's too late for a pretty girl like you to be at a place like this