~SEBASTIAN KOL~
I had always prided myself on control. Being six centuries old taught me very well how to be patient. How to restrain myself when needed. How to tame my desires. For that feeling made men reckless, made kings stupid, and turned conquerors into fools who died whispering the names of women who ruined them. Desire was a powerful tool. One that could easily become a man's making or a man's undoing. One capable of forging empires or reducing one to ruins. And so, the only desires I allowed to consume me were strictly selfish, were strictly ones that would grant me power above all else. And yet, I was left questioning just how strong my self restraint was after centuries of mastering, when I touched her.
Leilani Ravenwood.
It felt like the hottest flame and the coldest chill
