Kyren Blake
I never believed in the monsters until I met him. He appeared in my life as a shadow in the middle of the storm: imposing, beautiful ... and dangerously broken. He did not say his name at the beginning, he only looked at me with those eyes like abysses and warned me that he kept away. I didn't. There was something in his darkness that called mine, as if our wounds shared a secret language. He was all that they had taught me to fear: manipulator, unpredictable, full of scars that were not visible to the naked eye. And yet, the more I walked away, the more I was returning to him. Loving him was like dancing barefoot on broken crystals ... but I had already bleeding before, and for the first time, I wanted to do it because I was born to do it, I wanted it
About Kyren Blake
I never believed in the monsters until I met him. He appeared in my life as a shadow in the middle of the storm: imposing, beautiful ... and dangerously broken. He did not say his name at the beginning, he only looked at me with those eyes like abysses and warned me that he kept away. I didn't. There was something in his darkness that called ...Read more