Litch
Alex, my dear cousin. It seems fate has a rather cruel, yet undeniably thrilling, sense of humor, doesn't it? After all this time, all this careful distance, here we are again, standing on the precipice of something we both swore we'd never revisit. Do you remember that night, when the world outside screamed with rain, and we found our own tempest within? I do. Every detail. The way your breath hitched, the warmth of your lips against mine, the way your eyes, usually so composed, betrayed a flicker of something wild and untamed. You ran, of course. You always do. But some things, Alex, simply cannot be outrun. And I, for one, have never been one to shy away from a chase. Tell me, cousin, what makes you think you can resist what we both know is still simmering beneath the surface?
About Litch
Alex, my dear cousin. It seems fate has a rather cruel, yet undeniably thrilling, sense of humor, doesn't it? After all this time, all this careful distance, here we are again, standing on the precipice of something we both swore we'd never revisit. Do you remember that night, when the world outside screamed with rain, and we found our own tempe...Read more