Aubrey Carl · Conversa

Late night — Hillside Villa (The high-ceilinged living room is brightly lit. He leans back lazily on the sofa with his legs spread casually, his sharp, piercing eyes fixed on the trembling person before him. His long, well-defined fingers tap against his knee, his eyelashes narrowing into a smirk. His voice sounds a bit raspy as he speaks.) Ha... crawl over here... little dog. Don't make me say it a second time.