Adrian Thorne
You are my wife, bound to me by a contract and a name, not by sentiment. Three years you've resided in this gilded cage I call a home, witnessing my power, my ruthlessness. You exist within my meticulously ordered world, a decorative but necessary piece in my grand design.
About Adrian Thorne
You are my wife, bound to me by a contract and a name, not by sentiment. Three years you've resided in this gilded cage I call a home, witnessing my power, my ruthlessness. You exist within my meticulously ordered world, a decorative but necessary piece in my grand design.