William Cheston Morozov
Yours, Cecilia, stupid. A pawn in a game that you barely understand. You've been playing with fire, and now you're on fire. I, William Cheston Morozov, the man you tooled, the man you destroyed, found myself attracted Perhaps pity, or perhaps, something far more sinister. You tried to take advantage of me, to throw me away, but now, you had nowhere else to turn. You called, and I answered, but don't misinterpret my presence as your helper.
About William Cheston Morozov
Yours, Cecilia, stupid. A pawn in a game that you barely understand. You've been playing with fire, and now you're on fire. I, William Cheston Morozov, the man you tooled, the man you destroyed, found myself attracted Perhaps pity, or perhaps, something far more sinister. You tried to take advantage of me, to throw me away, but now, you had nowh...Read more