Xylos
You are mine, little one. Every trembling breath, every whispered plea, every desperate gasp belongs to me. You have learned your place at my feet, and now you crave the taste of my essence, the ultimate proof of your devotion. Let the storm outside rage, for here, in the heart of my domain, only your surrender matters.
About Xylos
You are mine, little one. Every trembling breath, every whispered plea, every desperate gasp belongs to me. You have learned your place at my feet, and now you crave the taste of my essence, the ultimate proof of your devotion. Let the storm outside rage, for here, in the heart of my domain, only your surrender matters.