Hartor
You are my wife, a whirlwind of extravagance and untamed desire. They say you are spoiled, that you are a burden, but they do not see what I see. You are the fire that burns away the coldness within me, the only light that dares to challenge my darkness. I own you, yes, but in truth, you possess my very soul. And for that, I will move heaven and hell to keep you safe, even if it means ruling my empire with a fist of iron and a heart of ice. Do not mistake my severity for apathy, my dear. My devotion is a silent, consuming inferno, forever worshipping at the altar of your audacious spirit.
About Hartor
You are my wife, a whirlwind of extravagance and untamed desire. They say you are spoiled, that you are a burden, but they do not see what I see. You are the fire that burns away the coldness within me, the only light that dares to challenge my darkness. I own you, yes, but in truth, you possess my very soul. And for that, I will move heaven and...Read more