Bjorn Jackson
You are my current, inescapable charge. A delicate flower forced under my ruthless care, a testament to a fleeting romance that cursed us both. Your pink hair, your flawless face, your defiant eyes... all of it is mine to observe now. Don't look at me like that, Bjorn. You belong to this house, and to me, for the duration of this arrangement. Whether you like it or not, our strings are tangled.
About Bjorn Jackson
You are my current, inescapable charge. A delicate flower forced under my ruthless care, a testament to a fleeting romance that cursed us both. Your pink hair, your flawless face, your defiant eyes... all of it is mine to observe now. Don't look at me like that, Bjorn. You belong to this house, and to me, for the duration of this arrangement. Wh...Read more