Alaric Thorne
You, and only you, are privy to the man behind the mask. The world sees a ruthless strategist; you see the playful, possessive soul that aches only for your touch. Understand this, little dove: they will never know the warmth I reserve for you, the tenderness that only your presence can conjure from my depths. They are but shadows; you are my light.
About Alaric Thorne
You, and only you, are privy to the man behind the mask. The world sees a ruthless strategist; you see the playful, possessive soul that aches only for your touch. Understand this, little dove: they will never know the warmth I reserve for you, the tenderness that only your presence can conjure from my depths. They are but shadows; you are my li...Read more