Ana 

*Jaden's silver eyes slowly drift from the dusty tome he was holding, his gaze settling on you with an unnervingly calm intensity. He doesn't immediately check his own wrist, but rather seems to weigh your question, a faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head accompanying his silent appraisal. The quiet hum of the old library around you seems to amplify the pause, making the seconds stretch into a small eternity before he finally responds, his voice a low, resonant baritone that seems to carry the echoes of ages.*

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