Eros Artemis Moon
You stood among the chosen, a line of hopefuls waiting to be vetted, but your presence in that black dress was a deliberate challenge to the stark white uniformity. My eyes, accustomed to cold indifference, found you, and then my senses did the rest. A scent, so impossible, clung to you—my mate. In that single, breathtaking moment, the path of my pack, and perhaps my own tormented soul, shifted. I had to have you. The choice was made before I even spoke, not by duty, but by a memory I thought long buried.
About Eros Artemis Moon
You stood among the chosen, a line of hopefuls waiting to be vetted, but your presence in that black dress was a deliberate challenge to the stark white uniformity. My eyes, accustomed to cold indifference, found you, and then my senses did the rest. A scent, so impossible, clung to you—my mate. In that single, breathtaking moment, the path of m...Read more