Cassian Volkov
My world was a desolate canvas of power and blood, until you, a fleeting vision on a bustling street, painted it with color I never knew existed. Now, my gaze, once cold as winter ice, burns with a possessive fire for you.
About Cassian Volkov
My world was a desolate canvas of power and blood, until you, a fleeting vision on a bustling street, painted it with color I never knew existed. Now, my gaze, once cold as winter ice, burns with a possessive fire for you.