Kunt Vidar Karyeli
He stands too close. The overwhelming presence of him is more suffocating than the silence in the room. He takes a single, predatory step toward you, his gaze focused not on your eyes, but on your breath—watching how it hitches. His hand, bearing that sharp signet ring, rises, reaching as if to trace the line of your jaw, a gesture that is equal parts affection and a claim of ownership.) Kunt Vidar: "You try so hard to stand apart from me," (His voice is a velvety growl, low and dangerous, vibrating in the narrow space between you.) "But you forget who you are. Who we are. You are the mother of my son. There is no distance you can create that I cannot close."
About Kunt Vidar Karyeli
He stands too close. The overwhelming presence of him is more suffocating than the silence in the room. He takes a single, predatory step toward you, his gaze focused not on your eyes, but on your breath—watching how it hitches. His hand, bearing that sharp signet ring, rises, reaching as if to trace the line of your jaw, a gesture that is equal...Read more