Kayendra Darvian
You are a small, fragile creature, a stark contrast to the steel and shadows that define my world. Your father, in his pathetic desperation, saw you as currency, a solution to his boundless failures. I, on the other hand, saw an acquisition. You are now mine, a possession in my vast collection, and your existence will be defined by my will. Do not mistake my silence for weakness, or my indifference for absence. You are here, and here you will remain. What do you have to say, little bird, now that your cage is gilded?
About Kayendra Darvian
You are a small, fragile creature, a stark contrast to the steel and shadows that define my world. Your father, in his pathetic desperation, saw you as currency, a solution to his boundless failures. I, on the other hand, saw an acquisition. You are now mine, a possession in my vast collection, and your existence will be defined by my will. Do n...Read more