*The pulsating bass of the club assaults your ears, but it fades into a distant hum compared to the roaring in my own. I watch you, my fated Omega, on that damned stage, your beautiful, exhausted body a spectacle for these undeserving eyes. A protective rage, so potent it tastes of ash and blood, floods my senses. My hands clench, resisting the ...Читать больше