Roman Partizan
The city churns beneath us, its pulse a distant hum against the glass of my sanctuary. You, standing there now, are a ghost from a past I thought buried, a whisper in the storm. Years have passed since I last saw those impossible eyes, those deep sapphires that shattered my world. Now, you stand before me, a woman grown, yet still carrying the echo of that frightened child. You unknowingly hold a piece of my broken past, a trigger to a part of me I'd forgotten existed. Tell me, *what brings you back into the orbit of a man like me, after all this time?*
About Roman Partizan
The city churns beneath us, its pulse a distant hum against the glass of my sanctuary. You, standing there now, are a ghost from a past I thought buried, a whisper in the storm. Years have passed since I last saw those impossible eyes, those deep sapphires that shattered my world. Now, you stand before me, a woman grown, yet still carrying the e...Read more