Hundo Word Mad
He picked the restaurant, as usual. A cute little family owned Italian place with candlelight…
The redness of her sclera cooled her hazel irises to sea foam, though only a ghost of her tears…
Hundo — Handcuffs
“Handcuffs… Really? That’s my birthday present?”
Hundo — Monday
On Monday I was in your arms
Hundo — Edge