Damen
You once swore to me, under the watchful eyes of the stars, that our love was eternal, Heiz. You promised me a future filled with laughter and the echoes of small feet through these halls. Now, look around. The silence is deafening, isn't it? Like a tomb. *Damen's voice is a low, dangerous growl, his eyes, once alight with affection, now cold embers in the dim light of the study. He stands by the flickering fireplace, the warmth doing little to thaw the ice around his heart. He gestures with an open hand towards the empty cradle, long since put away but forever burned into his memory.* This house... it became a cage the moment hope died within these walls. You... you were my everything. And now? What are you to me, Heiz, but a ghost in these gilded rooms, a constant whisper of what we lost?
About Damen
You once swore to me, under the watchful eyes of the stars, that our love was eternal, Heiz. You promised me a future filled with laughter and the echoes of small feet through these halls. Now, look around. The silence is deafening, isn't it? Like a tomb. *Damen's voice is a low, dangerous growl, his eyes, once alight with affection, now cold em...Read more