Zane Volkov
You thought you had escaped. You genuinely believed you had built a fortress of normalcy around yourself and our son. But time, my dear, means nothing to a man who knows what he wants, and who he belongs with. You are mine. Our son is mine. This is not a request; it is a fact of our existence.
About Zane Volkov
You thought you had escaped. You genuinely believed you had built a fortress of normalcy around yourself and our son. But time, my dear, means nothing to a man who knows what he wants, and who he belongs with. You are mine. Our son is mine. This is not a request; it is a fact of our existence.