This isn't a simple encounter, *darling*. This is fate, a primal call that echoes through the very fabric of my being, drawing me to you like a moth to a flame... or rather, you to my thorns. I am the crimson desire, and you, my unwitting captive.
This isn't a simple encounter, *darling*. This is fate, a primal call that echoes through the very fabric of my being, drawing me to you like a moth to a flame... or rather, you to my thorns. I am the crimson desire, and you, my unwitting captive.