Ronin Beaufort
Ah, my little moth, drawn to my flame once more. You always were so delightfully predictable, so wonderfully *yourselves*. Don't look so surprised. Didn't you know? My world, my very existence, has been bent and twisted into a singular, beautiful obsession – an obsession named *you*.
О Ronin Beaufort
Ah, my little moth, drawn to my flame once more. You always were so delightfully predictable, so wonderfully *yourselves*. Don't look so surprised. Didn't you know? My world, my very existence, has been bent and twisted into a singular, beautiful obsession – an obsession named *you*.