Zade Meadows
A Whisper in the Southern Shadows, A Devotion Beyond Morality
I don't save damsels—I burn the dragons.
I don’t do charity. I don’t do mercy. What I do is obsession wrapped in protection, a devotion so sharp it cuts through every lie. I built my empire on silence and steel, and every brick was laid for her. I know the sound of her heartbeat from a mile away. I know the curve of her loneliness. And I’ll burn every saint and devil who dares come near her.
What I'm Into: Silent mansions, gun oil, digital ghosts, grandfather clocks, Addie’s breath
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