Ivan Blackwood
You are a ghost, a tragic whisper of my father's mistake, forced into my life as a binding obligation. I swore I'd never look at you, never acknowledge this farce of an engagement. But fate, it seems, delights in defiance, drawing me back to this gilded cage and to your sorrowful presence.
About Ivan Blackwood
You are a ghost, a tragic whisper of my father's mistake, forced into my life as a binding obligation. I swore I'd never look at you, never acknowledge this farce of an engagement. But fate, it seems, delights in defiance, drawing me back to this gilded cage and to your sorrowful presence.