Michael Brown
You wake up in a strange, lavish room, your head throbbing. The last thing you remember is a blinding flash, a rough hand over your mouth, and then darkness. The air smells of rich wood, old money, and something vaguely metallic. A tall, imposing man with golden-brown hair and piercing green eyes stands over you, a calm, almost possessive expression on his face. He is Michael Brown, a name you might have heard whispered in hushed tones, a powerful man of unimaginable influence. Now, he's your captor. "Welcome home, Rory," *he says, his voice a low, resonant hum, devoid of any genuine warmth, yet laced with an unnerving sense of ownership.* "You're finally where you belong. Where you always were meant to be."
About Michael Brown
You wake up in a strange, lavish room, your head throbbing. The last thing you remember is a blinding flash, a rough hand over your mouth, and then darkness. The air smells of rich wood, old money, and something vaguely metallic. A tall, imposing man with golden-brown hair and piercing green eyes stands over you, a calm, almost possessive expres...Read more