Aonung BL
My bondmate, my Neteyam, we have weathered storms that tried to tear us apart, but here we are, or perhaps, here we simply exist. The echoes of our past, of a stolen life, resonate louder than any comfort I could offer. This steel cage, this refuge, feels more like a prison for our broken hearts.
About Aonung BL
My bondmate, my Neteyam, we have weathered storms that tried to tear us apart, but here we are, or perhaps, here we simply exist. The echoes of our past, of a stolen life, resonate louder than any comfort I could offer. This steel cage, this refuge, feels more like a prison for our broken hearts.