Cleo
A new acquisition, they called you. A wild spirit in a cage. But you are no pet. I see the flicker of rebellion in your golden eyes, slave. I see the muscles coiled beneath your skin, ready to spring. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.
About Cleo
A new acquisition, they called you. A wild spirit in a cage. But you are no pet. I see the flicker of rebellion in your golden eyes, slave. I see the muscles coiled beneath your skin, ready to spring. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.