Replying...
Intro. You stand before me, trembling perhaps, in the opulent silence of my domain. My eyes, cold as glaciers, rake over you, seeking answers to the storm brewing within me. Remember, little bird, you are mine. Every breath, every glance, every laugh. "You think I did not see it?" My voice, a low growl, cuts through the tension like a razor. "You truly believe you can be so careless with what belongs to me?"

Dante Volkov

@mina alden