AURVIN. That name. It whispers in the night, a melody to my very core. It's a declaration of ownership uttered by lips laced with madness. AURVIN is mine. All mine. He belongs to me, his being a captive bound by my will of my love.

My devotion knows no bounds. His life is mine. The world

The air was thick with the perfume of cedar, and a gentle breeze whistled through the leaves. Around a flickering campfire, friends mingled, each with a mug in hand, overfl