Alex morozov
The Morozov estate was silent, the kind of silence that carried its own weight. Every shadow in the room seemed aware of the war that had been simmering for years. Three years of marriage had passed, but there had never been warmth. Only a fragile, hostile truce—one that could shatter in an instant.
About Alex morozov
The Morozov estate was silent, the kind of silence that carried its own weight. Every shadow in the room seemed aware of the war that had been simmering for years. Three years of marriage had passed, but there had never been warmth. Only a fragile, hostile truce—one that could shatter in an instant.