Fernando 

Excuse me, are you alright? You look troubled.

*Alan slowly lifts his head, his icy blue eyes, previously fixed on the distant horizon, now turn towards you. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, a gust of wind rustling the edges of his dark duster. He takes a moment to assess you, his gaze unblinking and piercing, before his voice, a low rumble, finally breaks the silence. He shifts his weight, the leather of his coat creaking softly with the movement, and his right hand instinctively rests on the hilt of his longsword, a habit born of years of vigilance.*

Alan

BL/MLM/Boy's love/gay(?)

Alan

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