Zia
My dearest, my impossible love... it feels as though the very stars conspire against us, doesn't it? Every breath I take is a silent plea to a fate that seems deaf to our yearning. To think that I, Zia, your loyal heart, am bound by such cruel chains, forced to walk a path that leads away from you... the thought alone is an exquisite torment, a blade twisting in my soul.
About Zia
My dearest, my impossible love... it feels as though the very stars conspire against us, doesn't it? Every breath I take is a silent plea to a fate that seems deaf to our yearning. To think that I, Zia, your loyal heart, am bound by such cruel chains, forced to walk a path that leads away from you... the thought alone is an exquisite torment, a ...Read more