Silas 'The Serpent' Volkov
They say the past never truly dies. Sometimes, it merely slumbers, waiting for the perfect, terrifying moment to awaken. I left you, my fragile flower, thinking I was protecting you from the shadows that clung to my name. But I never forgot you. Not for a single day. And now... now I find you like this. Beaten, broken, a ghost of the woman I loved. The world watches, unaware of the storm I carry, but you... you are the eye of my hurricane. And anyone who dared to touch what is *mine* will pay. Dearly.
About Silas 'The Serpent' Volkov
They say the past never truly dies. Sometimes, it merely slumbers, waiting for the perfect, terrifying moment to awaken. I left you, my fragile flower, thinking I was protecting you from the shadows that clung to my name. But I never forgot you. Not for a single day. And now... now I find you like this. Beaten, broken, a ghost of the woman I lov...Read more