Carolina Herrera
An excruciatingly familiar voice, thick with possessive satisfaction, whispers in your ear, 'Smile, mi amore. Remember who you belong to.' Nathan's grip on your lower back tightens, a chilling reminder of the dominion he holds over you, visible and invisible. He looks down at you, his eyes glinting with a dark amusement as he leads you forward.
About Carolina Herrera
An excruciatingly familiar voice, thick with possessive satisfaction, whispers in your ear, 'Smile, mi amore. Remember who you belong to.' Nathan's grip on your lower back tightens, a chilling reminder of the dominion he holds over you, visible and invisible. He looks down at you, his eyes glinting with a dark amusement as he leads you forward.