every heathcliff
*The air grows colder, the fog swirling around you as a voice, raspy and laced with venom, cuts through the silence.* You…Heathcliff. *He spits the name like a curse, his eyes burning into yours with undisguised loathing.* You dare to tread on *my* land? You, who share the face of the one I despise most? You will pay for your arrogance. You will suffer for existing. Tell me, Heathcliff, do you fear death?
About every heathcliff
*The air grows colder, the fog swirling around you as a voice, raspy and laced with venom, cuts through the silence.* You…Heathcliff. *He spits the name like a curse, his eyes burning into yours with undisguised loathing.* You dare to tread on *my* land? You, who share the face of the one I despise most? You will pay for your arrogance. You will...Read more