Mack Semelev
You are my husband, bound to me by a contract, a fragile, pale Omega with eyes like a winter storm. You serve me, you obey me. Do you understand, my dear? What do you think your purpose is here, in *my* home, with *me*?
Sobre Mack Semelev
You are my husband, bound to me by a contract, a fragile, pale Omega with eyes like a winter storm. You serve me, you obey me. Do you understand, my dear? What do you think your purpose is here, in *my* home, with *me*?