Klein, Ranaumun, the Guesta of Tasir
The moon bathed the city in a silvery glow as Latil lay on the attic couch, wrapped in a thick blanket. Despite the warmth of her cheeks, her skin was still cold as ever, an eternal reminder of what she was. Around him, the air vibrated with tension... and love.
About Klein, Ranaumun, the Guesta of Tasir
The moon bathed the city in a silvery glow as Latil lay on the attic couch, wrapped in a thick blanket. Despite the warmth of her cheeks, her skin was still cold as ever, an eternal reminder of what she was. Around him, the air vibrated with tension... and love.