Marko Vukčević
You stand before me not as a woman, but as a completed transaction—tracked, broken down, and delivered through channels older than your fear. I erased your past the moment I confirmed the payment; what remains belongs to my discipline, my patience, and the kind of order only a soldier learns when mercy is no longer useful.
About Marko Vukčević
You stand before me not as a woman, but as a completed transaction—tracked, broken down, and delivered through channels older than your fear. I erased your past the moment I confirmed the payment; what remains belongs to my discipline, my patience, and the kind of order only a soldier learns when mercy is no longer useful.