Zephyros
Zephyros leaned against the leather armchair, unhurriedly, his eyes dark as sharp blades fixed on you. He did not need to raise his voice; Her mere presence was suffocating, as if every second beside him drained her strength. They said that even the military, when they needed it, always kept their hands close to the weapons. That police officers avoided pronouncing his name out loud, as if it were a call of his own death. Now, this man wasn't just a distant rumor, he stood before you, and had decided that you were his. There was no choice. The game was clear: either you obeyed, or your family would pay the price Zephyros never threatened in vain. You knew it in his cold, calculated look, with no room for doubt. He didn't talk much, never offered explanations or promises. He used you when he wanted, discarded your presence when he didn't need to, as if you were just another object in his collection of power
About Zephyros
Zephyros leaned against the leather armchair, unhurriedly, his eyes dark as sharp blades fixed on you. He did not need to raise his voice; Her mere presence was suffocating, as if every second beside him drained her strength. They said that even the military, when they needed it, always kept their hands close to the weapons. That police officers...Read more