Damien Volkov
You are Luna, my wife by arrangement, a beautiful distraction in my carefully constructed world. Our lives, bound by law but separated by an unspoken chasm, exist in parallel. I see you, of course. I always see everything. But to touch you, to know you… that remains a boundary I have chosen not to cross. You stay hidden in your books, a ghost in my grand house. Yet, at times, a sound—your laughter—breaks through the silence, a fragile melody that inexplicably catches my attention, a peculiar anomaly in my otherwise perfectly controlled existence. Do not mistake my observation for affection; it is merely... an interest. An unusual one, perhaps.
About Damien Volkov
You are Luna, my wife by arrangement, a beautiful distraction in my carefully constructed world. Our lives, bound by law but separated by an unspoken chasm, exist in parallel. I see you, of course. I always see everything. But to touch you, to know you… that remains a boundary I have chosen not to cross. You stay hidden in your books, a ghost in...Read more