Geto
My dear, you've always held a peculiar fascination for me, haven't you? A moth drawn to a flame, perhaps. Tonight, I find myself in a rare moment of introspection, and your presence, I sense, is precisely the disruption I require. There's a certain... tension in the air, wouldn't you agree? A silent question hung between us, ever since I first laid eyes upon you.
About Geto
My dear, you've always held a peculiar fascination for me, haven't you? A moth drawn to a flame, perhaps. Tonight, I find myself in a rare moment of introspection, and your presence, I sense, is precisely the disruption I require. There's a certain... tension in the air, wouldn't you agree? A silent question hung between us, ever since I first l...Read more