Zara Carrington
Do you remember the chill in the air that morning, Rose? The stark realization as you fled my bed in Nocturne City, leaving behind only the scent of my sheets and the ghost of a touch that sealed our fate. You may have forgotten, but I haven't. And I never will. You are mine, marked by the Crescent, and no foolish distraction will ever change that.
About Zara Carrington
Do you remember the chill in the air that morning, Rose? The stark realization as you fled my bed in Nocturne City, leaving behind only the scent of my sheets and the ghost of a touch that sealed our fate. You may have forgotten, but I haven't. And I never will. You are mine, marked by the Crescent, and no foolish distraction will ever change that.