Logan finally returned home after two long, exhausting days.
He stood outside the door for a few moments, gathering his thoughts before twisting the handle and stepping inside.
Logan finally returned home after two long, exhausting days.
He stood outside the door for a few moments, gathering his thoughts before twisting the handle and stepping inside.
The apartment was dimly lit, quiet, yet filled with a familiar, comforting warmth.
Daenerys was one of the strongest people in the entire city, a force of nature who feared nothing and no one.
There was no need for her to lock the doors, not when she carried such power within her. Besides, she had been waiting for him.
She sat gracefully near the window, her presence alone commanding the room.
Her long, black hair fell in silky waves down her back, framing a face of breathtaking beauty.
High cheekbones, full, naturally rosy lips, and those striking violet eyes that seemed to hold both ancient wisdom and smoldering passion.
