My Beta Charming
She had no idea hwat was coming for her.
He drank to drown out thoughts of her. He drank to quiet the restless storm raging within him.
After finishing, he got up and left the bar, heading toward his room. Soon, he found himself wandering through a dark alleyway. He knew it wasn’t the way, but his feet moved as if possessed, refusing to stop. The familiar acrid scent of iron and death assaulted his nostrils, guiding him forward until he finally stood before his torture chamber, its shadowed doorway welcoming him like an old, grim companion.
Bab Populer