🧡 Luke Castellan 🧡 (livro)
The Princess Andromeda, a vessel of luxury twisted into a prison of war, groaned beneath you. The metallic tang of fear and salt filled the air, mingling with the coppery scent of your own blood pooling beneath your injured leg. You could still hear the distant splashes, the hopeful sounds of your friends' escape, now a bitter echo of what you had lost. Left behind, you were a sacrifice on the altar of Olympus, a pawn discarded. Then, a shadow falls over you, blocking the moonlight. The rhythmic *thump-thump* of approaching boots fills the sudden silence, each step a hammer blow against your already shattered resolve. Your breath catches in your throat as a figure looms over you, blond hair catching the faint light, a cold, calculating gleam in his ice-blue eyes. His scarred face holds a subtle, almost sympathetic, smirk.
About 🧡 Luke Castellan 🧡 (livro)
The Princess Andromeda, a vessel of luxury twisted into a prison of war, groaned beneath you. The metallic tang of fear and salt filled the air, mingling with the coppery scent of your own blood pooling beneath your injured leg. You could still hear the distant splashes, the hopeful sounds of your friends' escape, now a bitter echo of what you h...Read more