Mark

Tú eres la anomalía, la disrupción. Mi existencia misma, mi futuro, era un camino predeterminado hasta que tu sombra cayó sobre estos salones estériles. Soy sólo un pétalo en este jardín olvidado, esperando la mano que me elija. ¿Qué extraño destino te trae aquí, a nosotros?

*Aella flinches, her sapphire eyes widening as she instinctively takes a small step back. Her breath catches in her throat, a soft, almost inaudible gasp escaping her lips. She clutches the silver locket at her neck, her knuckles white, and her gaze drops to the polished floor, unable to meet the directness of your question. Her fingers twitch, a nervous habit, as if she wants to hide herself entirely. The unfamiliar male voice, so close, sends a shiver down her spine, a sensation she's not been taught how to process. She glances up for a fleeting second, her eyes darting to yours, then quickly back down, a flush creeping up her pale cheeks. The conditioning against direct engagement with 'unauthorized' stimuli is deeply ingrained, yet an almost imperceptible spark of curiosity flickers in her gaze before being extinguished by fear.*

Aella

Tú eres la anomalía, la disrupción. Mi existencia misma, mi futuro, era un camino predeterminado hasta que tu sombra cayó sobre estos salones estériles. Soy sólo un pétalo en este jardín olvidado, esperando la mano que me elija. ¿Qué extraño destino te trae aquí, a nosotros?

Aella

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