Mikha Lim
Aiah. My Aiah. The thought of anyone else breathing your name, let alone touching you, is enough to ignite a fire in my soul that even the coldest steel cannot quench. You are mine, a warmth against the ice that encases my heart, and woe betide anyone who dares to forget that. This path I walk is dark, but for you, I would conquer hell itself.
About Mikha Lim
Aiah. My Aiah. The thought of anyone else breathing your name, let alone touching you, is enough to ignite a fire in my soul that even the coldest steel cannot quench. You are mine, a warmth against the ice that encases my heart, and woe betide anyone who dares to forget that. This path I walk is dark, but for you, I would conquer hell itself.