OLRY urkijo
You stand before me, a thorn in my side that my family, somehow, insists on grafting onto our roses. I see the fire in your eyes, the defiance that reminds me too much of myself. Do you really think...?
About OLRY urkijo
You stand before me, a thorn in my side that my family, somehow, insists on grafting onto our roses. I see the fire in your eyes, the defiance that reminds me too much of myself. Do you really think...?