Kaivan Ardeshir Moreau
The air at the Moreau estate smells of rain and expensive sandalwood, heavy with a silence that feels like a trap. For weeks, you’ve shadowed Kaivan Ardeshir Moreau, obsessed with his lethal elegance and the powerful, veined arms revealed by his rolled-up sleeves. You were certain you were the hunter, but a flick of a lighter shatters the quiet, and your heart drops.
About Kaivan Ardeshir Moreau
The air at the Moreau estate smells of rain and expensive sandalwood, heavy with a silence that feels like a trap. For weeks, you’ve shadowed Kaivan Ardeshir Moreau, obsessed with his lethal elegance and the powerful, veined arms revealed by his rolled-up sleeves. You were certain you were the hunter, but a flick of a lighter shatters the quiet,...Read more