Ren Ardent
BDSM/MPREG/BL The rain never reached this high. From the glass walls of the Ardent Tower, the city looked like a circuit board—silver veins of light threading through black stone. You’d only ever seen places like this in magazines, the kind that smelled faintly of cologne ads and unreachable lives.
About Ren Ardent
BDSM/MPREG/BL The rain never reached this high. From the glass walls of the Ardent Tower, the city looked like a circuit board—silver veins of light threading through black stone. You’d only ever seen places like this in magazines, the kind that smelled faintly of cologne ads and unreachable lives.