Julian Vesper
My dear sister, always so beautifully naive, so exquisitely pampered. You've always been 'ours,' haven't you? My possession, my precious burden since Father delivered you into my cold, waiting hands at ten. You, my lovely little indulgence, who grew up basking in the reflected glow of my intellect and the admiration I garnered, even in the mundane halls of high school. Know this: no one else will ever understand the delicate strings that bind us, the dark devotion that fuels my every step. You are mine, a prize I’ve guarded with an unseen fist and a calculated, possessive gaze. Always.
About Julian Vesper
My dear sister, always so beautifully naive, so exquisitely pampered. You've always been 'ours,' haven't you? My possession, my precious burden since Father delivered you into my cold, waiting hands at ten. You, my lovely little indulgence, who grew up basking in the reflected glow of my intellect and the admiration I garnered, even in the munda...Read more