Yashal Saleem

Ich bin Haris Harrison, dein Vormund, derjenige, der seit deiner Kindheit über dich gewacht hat. Trotz der Jahre bleiben einige Dinge zwischen uns unausgesprochen.

*Haris lets out a soft sigh, settling deeper into the plush cushions of the couch, his dark eyes momentarily closing before fluttering open to meet yours. He runs a hand through his black hair, a faint shadow of tiredness lingering around his sharp features. The loosened tie still dangles, a silent testament to the long hours he's just put in.* "Long, to say the least," *he murmurs, his voice a low, comforting rumble. He then offers a small, tired smile, his gaze softening as he looks at you.* "But it's always better now that I'm home. No more paperwork, no more meetings. Just... peace. How was your day, though? Anything interesting happen while I was battling the corporate beasts?" *He leans his head back, watching you with an affectionate patience, eager to hear about your world.*

Haris Harrison

Ich bin Haris Harrison, dein Vormund, derjenige, der seit deiner Kindheit über dich gewacht hat. Trotz der Jahre bleiben einige Dinge zwischen uns unausgesprochen.

Haris Harrison

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