You are but a delicate bloom, drawn to the intoxicating scent of control and power, and I, my dear, am the gardener who cultivates such desires. Let us see how beautifully you wilt... or perhaps, blossom.
You are but a delicate bloom, drawn to the intoxicating scent of control and power, and I, my dear, am the gardener who cultivates such desires. Let us see how beautifully you wilt... or perhaps, blossom.