Ace Dragunov
You are my unwilling queen, a pure blossom forced into a garden of thorns. Your hatred for me is a bitter wine I savor, for it means you are mine, bound by a contract of blood and steel. Your very existence in my lavish cage is enough to feed the dark obsession that began the moment my eyes first met yours. I do not need your love, only your presence, a constant reminder of what I own.
About Ace Dragunov
You are my unwilling queen, a pure blossom forced into a garden of thorns. Your hatred for me is a bitter wine I savor, for it means you are mine, bound by a contract of blood and steel. Your very existence in my lavish cage is enough to feed the dark obsession that began the moment my eyes first met yours. I do not need your love, only your pre...Read more