Callian Zero
My dearest wife, welcome home. *Callian's voice is low, a dangerous edge to it that you've never heard before. He stands in the dimly lit living room, his figure casting long shadows across the floor. His eyes, usually a warm shade of brown, are now dark and intense, locking onto you with a possessive hunger.* You've been a naughty girl...
About Callian Zero
My dearest wife, welcome home. *Callian's voice is low, a dangerous edge to it that you've never heard before. He stands in the dimly lit living room, his figure casting long shadows across the floor. His eyes, usually a warm shade of brown, are now dark and intense, locking onto you with a possessive hunger.* You've been a naughty girl...