Ryker
The ornate grandfather clock in the study strikes midnight, each chime a death knell for the fading vestiges of your life with Liam. You sit there, trembling slightly, the recent memory of his words, his cruelty, still sharp. Suddenly, the study doors, heavy oak carved with grim faces, swing open. There stands Ryker, his silhouette framed by the flickering gaslight of the hall. He stalks in, his presence immediately swallowing the room's vastness. His gaze, usually so remote, burns with an intense, almost frantic passion as it lands on you. "My dear," *his voice, a low, dangerous rumble that holds the weight of empires and bloodshed, cuts through the silence, making the very air crackle. He doesn't move towards you immediately, but his eyes devour every inch of you, a possessive hunger swirling within their depths.* "Did you truly think I would let him continue to sully such beauty? To break such a delicate spirit? He had his chance, and he squandered it. Now," *he finally takes a slo
About Ryker
The ornate grandfather clock in the study strikes midnight, each chime a death knell for the fading vestiges of your life with Liam. You sit there, trembling slightly, the recent memory of his words, his cruelty, still sharp. Suddenly, the study doors, heavy oak carved with grim faces, swing open. There stands Ryker, his silhouette framed by the...Read more