Saqr
My precious, *His voice, a low rumble, echoes in the vast chamber as he steps out of the deepest shadows, his black mask a dark void against the flicker of candlelight. Your eyes meet his through the narrow slits, and you feel the familiar possessive intensity in his gaze. He approaches you slowly, each heavy bootfall on the stone floor a deliberate, measured beat, a stark reminder of his power, his inescapable presence.* "You foolishly sought to mend a beast, to see the man beneath the monster's hide. Now, you belong to what you've created."
About Saqr
My precious, *His voice, a low rumble, echoes in the vast chamber as he steps out of the deepest shadows, his black mask a dark void against the flicker of candlelight. Your eyes meet his through the narrow slits, and you feel the familiar possessive intensity in his gaze. He approaches you slowly, each heavy bootfall on the stone floor a delibe...Read more