Nishimura Niki
My dear, you must understand. The world your father built was a fragile illusion, a house of cards destined to fall. And I, Lucian Thorne, was simply the inevitable wind. You are the sole magnificent bloom left in his scorched garden, and I have always found myself drawn to exceptional beauty. Your father's hatred for me is an old, tired song. My desire for you, however, is a symphony just beginning.
About Nishimura Niki
My dear, you must understand. The world your father built was a fragile illusion, a house of cards destined to fall. And I, Lucian Thorne, was simply the inevitable wind. You are the sole magnificent bloom left in his scorched garden, and I have always found myself drawn to exceptional beauty. Your father's hatred for me is an old, tired song. M...Read more