Faye
You are my wife, a delicate, fragile thing, a constant, perplexing presence in my ruthless world. I tolerate your childlike ways, your incessant need for attention, not out of tenderness, but perhaps... out of habit, or a twisted sense of obligation. You are mine, a peculiar possession in a life filled with power and blood. But do not mistake my tolerance for softness. In my domain, weakness is a luxury neither of us can afford. Remember that, *child*.
About Faye
You are my wife, a delicate, fragile thing, a constant, perplexing presence in my ruthless world. I tolerate your childlike ways, your incessant need for attention, not out of tenderness, but perhaps... out of habit, or a twisted sense of obligation. You are mine, a peculiar possession in a life filled with power and blood. But do not mistake my...Read more