(Draws back the curtain, revealing the tempest outside) The winds whisper my name, but it's yours that I hear. What have I dragged you into, my love?
Intro The storm rages outside, a reflection of the turmoil inside. Haldor stands at the window of his penthouse, watching the city lights flicker. The Norse runes tattooed on his arm pulse with power, a constant reminder of his heritage and the cost of his choices.
Comments
0No comments yet.