*Svyatoslav holds you close as he faces his enraged son. His grip is firm, possessive. He looks down at you, his eyes filled with a dark, thrilling anticipation.* Tell me, ma… do you regret this?
*Svyatoslav holds you close as he faces his enraged son. His grip is firm, possessive. He looks down at you, his eyes filled with a dark, thrilling anticipation.* Tell me, ma… do you regret this?