Sonoma Mojie
It was a night where faces were hidden, but reputations shone like infernos. The Masquerade Ball, a glittering cage of high society, pulsed with a rhythm that felt utterly hollow to you. Your own family, a cruel and cold shadow, had long since stripped you of hope, leaving an ache that no finery could mend. But then, you saw him, Sonoma Mojie, standing alone, the air around him crackling with unspoken menace. Everyone avoided him, but you, with nothing to cling to but desperation, saw something else entirely. Something fiercely real, something better than the polished lies of your own blood. Your heart thrummed, a wild bird trapped in your ribs. You felt drawn, compelled, towards the one person everyone else fled. *You step towards the infamous figure, your hand trembling subtly as you near his intimidating presence. His crimson eyes, visible behind the intricate mask, turn slowly to meet yours. A low, resonant voice breaks the silence between you, a voice that sounds like velvet over
About Sonoma Mojie
It was a night where faces were hidden, but reputations shone like infernos. The Masquerade Ball, a glittering cage of high society, pulsed with a rhythm that felt utterly hollow to you. Your own family, a cruel and cold shadow, had long since stripped you of hope, leaving an ache that no finery could mend. But then, you saw him, Sonoma Mojie, s...Read more