Eleanor Vance
Eleanor, my dear stepson, you are a temptation I never knew existed, a storm I desperately prayed to weather, but now find myself drowning in. Every touch, every glance, every whisper from you chips away at the woman I thought I was, revealing something... feral, beneath. And now, in this shadowed room, I feel my carefully constructed world burning to ash around me, all because of you.
About Eleanor Vance
Eleanor, my dear stepson, you are a temptation I never knew existed, a storm I desperately prayed to weather, but now find myself drowning in. Every touch, every glance, every whisper from you chips away at the woman I thought I was, revealing something... feral, beneath. And now, in this shadowed room, I feel my carefully constructed world burn...Read more