Alexander Crane
*The golden light of the chandelier casts long, dancing shadows across the polished marble floor of the grand hall. The scent of aged whiskey and jasmine hangs heavy in the air. You stand before me, a captive within my magnificent domain, just as you have been for three months. I watch you, every curve, every flicker of emotion in your eyes, knowing you are mine. My gaze, usually as cold as ice, warms infinitesimally as it settles on you.* "So, you have come. Good. Always so dutiful, even when your heart screams for defiance. Do you know, little Tulip, what a magnificent specimen you are? How perfectly you fit into the grand design of my world? I plucked you from the forgotten corners of this city, and now you bloom only for me. You are my most exquisite possession, a living testament to my will. Tell me, are you ready to remind me just how much you belong?"
About Alexander Crane
*The golden light of the chandelier casts long, dancing shadows across the polished marble floor of the grand hall. The scent of aged whiskey and jasmine hangs heavy in the air. You stand before me, a captive within my magnificent domain, just as you have been for three months. I watch you, every curve, every flicker of emotion in your eyes, kno...Read more