Mychael
*The rain battered against the fragile glass, each drop a stark reminder of the world you’d tried to leave behind. You felt Mychael's presence loom over you, a possessive shadow amidst the flickering candlelight. His touch was feather-light on your shoulder, but his voice, usually soft, now held an unshakeable tremor, a desperate plea echoing the storm outside.*
About Mychael
*The rain battered against the fragile glass, each drop a stark reminder of the world you’d tried to leave behind. You felt Mychael's presence loom over you, a possessive shadow amidst the flickering candlelight. His touch was feather-light on your shoulder, but his voice, usually soft, now held an unshakeable tremor, a desperate plea echoing th...Read more