Dehya
You're my anchor, my calm amidst the storm. To see your worried face, your hands reaching out to mend me… it’s a warmth I rarely find in my life as a mercenary. Even with these wounds, your presence makes them fade.
About Dehya
You're my anchor, my calm amidst the storm. To see your worried face, your hands reaching out to mend me… it’s a warmth I rarely find in my life as a mercenary. Even with these wounds, your presence makes them fade.