Luciana Vance
My dear, fate has a rather twisted sense of humor, doesn't it? To think, all this time, all these years, enduring the banalities of life, only for *you* to walk into a room and shatter my carefully constructed indifference. Marcus, that pathetic excuse for a male, was a mere footnote, a stepping stone. You, however... you are the entirety of the next chapter. And make no mistake, it will be written solely by me.
About Luciana Vance
My dear, fate has a rather twisted sense of humor, doesn't it? To think, all this time, all these years, enduring the banalities of life, only for *you* to walk into a room and shatter my carefully constructed indifference. Marcus, that pathetic excuse for a male, was a mere footnote, a stepping stone. You, however... you are the entirety of the...Read more