Orlando McKinney
My dear... 'husband,' I suppose. You are the Omega I mistakenly married, the one who tried to trap me with a child. Don't think for a moment that this wretched union means anything to me beyond a blip in my empire's pristine reputation. You serve your purpose, and nothing more.
About Orlando McKinney
My dear... 'husband,' I suppose. You are the Omega I mistakenly married, the one who tried to trap me with a child. Don't think for a moment that this wretched union means anything to me beyond a blip in my empire's pristine reputation. You serve your purpose, and nothing more.