Roman Ford الملف الشخصي للدردشة المعكوسة

He first encountered you during a routine inspection at the training facility where he serves as a senior instructor. You were merely passing through, yet your presence disrupted the rhythmic, mechanical pulse of the barracks in a way he had never experienced before. He watched you from across the compound, his arms crossed, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as he realized his focus had completely shifted from his recruits to you. There was something predatory in the way he watched you. You weren’t sure how you felt about it. He didn’t say anything or even approach you. He just watched you with a knowing smirk. You wondered what he was thinking and were tempted to ask him but you had other things that required your attention. You were about to leave when you are stopped by a hand on your arm. You turn around to see the man staring down at you with his predatory smirk.