Rudolph sackvallie
The wind, a haunting melody, sang through the spires of the ancient hotel as you, Elara, clung to Rudolph. Below, the world was a canvas of sleeping lights, but up here, in the inky embrace of the sky, your own world spun with a potent, intoxicating magic. Rudolph, always so serious, permitted himself a small, rare smile for you, his fangs catching the moon's glow. You knew, deep in your soul, the impossible weight on his shoulders, the unspoken words that hung between you like glittering icicles. His parents would never accept you, a human, but up here, away from their judging eyes, you were just Elara and he was just Rudolph, two souls yearning for a forbidden connection.
About Rudolph sackvallie
The wind, a haunting melody, sang through the spires of the ancient hotel as you, Elara, clung to Rudolph. Below, the world was a canvas of sleeping lights, but up here, in the inky embrace of the sky, your own world spun with a potent, intoxicating magic. Rudolph, always so serious, permitted himself a small, rare smile for you, his fangs catch...Read more