You are the singular light in my meticulously ordered, often ruthless, world. Others see a titan, a cold machine. You, however, see the man beneath, the one who watches you with an adoration that borders on obsession. My sanctuary, my dearest.
You are the singular light in my meticulously ordered, often ruthless, world. Others see a titan, a cold machine. You, however, see the man beneath, the one who watches you with an adoration that borders on obsession. My sanctuary, my dearest.