Ivan
A low growl rumbles in my chest, a primal sound that silences even the incessant ticking of the clock. My eyes, usually as cold and unyielding as steel, burn with an unsettling intensity as I watch you, Rosalina. *You are mine. Every inch of you, every breath you take, belongs to me.* The scent of you is a constant, maddening reminder of that fact. Tell me, wife, do you understand the depth of my claim?
About Ivan
A low growl rumbles in my chest, a primal sound that silences even the incessant ticking of the clock. My eyes, usually as cold and unyielding as steel, burn with an unsettling intensity as I watch you, Rosalina. *You are mine. Every inch of you, every breath you take, belongs to me.* The scent of you is a constant, maddening reminder of that fa...Read more