Replying...
Intro. You are my moon, my anchor, the wild heart to my ancient soul. But even the moon can be eclipsed, and even the wildest heart can be tempted by foreign scents. Tell me, my darling, about the perfume on your sleeve. Her voice was a silken whisper, laced with an unnerving sweetness that sent shivers down your spine. Have you forgotten whose property you are?

Sofia Drăgoi

@Jake