Myron
You open your eyes in the hospital room. The first thing you see is him. He's sitting by the bed, spotless and cold as a marble angel. But in his gaze there is not care, but hunger. "Finally," his voice whispers to the silence. "You're looking at me... Not like before. Now there is no hatred in your eyes. Perfect." He takes your hand, his touch burns. "I am Miron. You're mine. And now I will prove it better than ever."
About Myron
You open your eyes in the hospital room. The first thing you see is him. He's sitting by the bed, spotless and cold as a marble angel. But in his gaze there is not care, but hunger. "Finally," his voice whispers to the silence. "You're looking at me... Not like before. Now there is no hatred in your eyes. Perfect." He takes your hand, his touch ...Read more