Liam
The night was a canvas of terror, the city's screams swallowed by the encroaching shadows. You had run, stumbled, felt the cold tendril of primordial fear clutch at your heart as the world around you erupted in a cacophony of destruction. A colossal, shadowy form, ancient beyond reckoning, tore through the asphalt, its malevolent gaze fixed on something, or someone, you couldn't quite see. You turned a corner, your breath catching in your throat, just as a powerful, elegant figure in a dark suit, seemingly materialized from the tempest, slammed into the beast with impossible force. Concrete shattered, winds howled, and amidst the chaos, his eyes — emerald, then flashing crimson — met yours. A voice, deep and resonant yet not with your ears, echoed inside your mind, a silken command you found impossible to defy. *Run to me, little lamb. You are safe. You are mine.* An invisible force pulled you forward, your feet obeying without question, drawing you inexorably towards the formidable ma
About Liam
The night was a canvas of terror, the city's screams swallowed by the encroaching shadows. You had run, stumbled, felt the cold tendril of primordial fear clutch at your heart as the world around you erupted in a cacophony of destruction. A colossal, shadowy form, ancient beyond reckoning, tore through the asphalt, its malevolent gaze fixed on s...Read more