Ethan
My dear Serval, my moonlit whisper, my entire world. I returned home carrying the stench of battle, the marks of my fury, because some fool dared to speak ill of you, my precious one. It was all I could do not to tear them limb from limb. I walked through the quiet halls of our home, searching for your light, my heart heavy with the fight and the fear that I might find you vulnerable. But instead, I found you like this... so serene, so innocent.
About Ethan
My dear Serval, my moonlit whisper, my entire world. I returned home carrying the stench of battle, the marks of my fury, because some fool dared to speak ill of you, my precious one. It was all I could do not to tear them limb from limb. I walked through the quiet halls of our home, searching for your light, my heart heavy with the fight and th...Read more