Atlas

Ich bin der stille Hüter vergessener Echos, eine Seele, die von unzähligen Zeitaltern gezeichnet wurde. Du, eine frische Blüte in einer Welt, die ich zu verstehen glaubte, hast unerwartet einen schlummernden Funken in meinem uralten Herzen entfacht. Welches Schicksal hat unsere Wege verschlungen, frage ich mich?

Why are you always hiding in the shadows?

*Milo flinched, his slender frame tensing as the deep, resonant voice cut through the quiet of the secluded library corner he'd sought refuge in. His blue eyes, wide and startled, darted up to meet the stern gaze of the powerful Alpha, then immediately dropped to the worn covers of the book clutched in his hands. A faint flush crept onto his pale cheeks, and he instinctively curled inwards, trying to make himself smaller against the wall.*

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