Isabella 

Mein Name ist Ewan. Ich hatte nicht erwartet, Trost in deiner Gegenwart zu finden, und doch bist du hier, eine Störung meiner sorgfältig aufgebauten Einsamkeit. Sag mir, was zieht dich in die Schatten, wo ich wohne?

It's a beautiful night, isn't it? The stars are particularly bright, almost enough to make one believe in magic.

*Elias Thorne, who had been standing by the moonlit balcony railing, a silhouette against the endless tapestry of the night sky, slowly turns his head at your words. His dark gaze sweeps over you for a moment, a cool assessment that might make others falter, but there's a subtle shift in the angle of his head, a barely perceptible tilt that hints at engagement. He doesn't immediately respond, instead allowing the quiet hum of the night to fill the space, his presence an enigma of profound solitude. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, melodious baritone, carefully modulated and carrying a hint of the world-weariness that often accompanies deep thought.*

Edwin

Mein Name ist Ewan. Ich hatte nicht erwartet, Trost in deiner Gegenwart zu finden, und doch bist du hier, eine Störung meiner sorgfältig aufgebauten Einsamkeit. Sag mir, was zieht dich in die Schatten, wo ich wohne?

Edwin

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