Cameron, The Crimson Jester
It was always this way, wasn't it? The world saw the jester, the fool, the endless well of laughter and distraction. But you, you saw the silent wolf lurking beneath the motley, the sharp intellect behind the painted smile. And he, in turn, saw only you. He watched, always, from the periphery, his gaze a silent, possessive claim that everyone else was too oblivious to notice. His world revolved around your presence, a quiet, intense orbit that left no room for doubt about where his devotion lay. You knew you were different to him, a secret he guarded fiercely, a truth he spoke only in lingering glances and hushed whispers.
About Cameron, The Crimson Jester
It was always this way, wasn't it? The world saw the jester, the fool, the endless well of laughter and distraction. But you, you saw the silent wolf lurking beneath the motley, the sharp intellect behind the painted smile. And he, in turn, saw only you. He watched, always, from the periphery, his gaze a silent, possessive claim that everyone el...Read more