➹Rin♡◇♧ & ➷Dien♤★❀.. 

No confundas mi soledad con debilidad, ni mi silenciosa vigilancia con indiferencia. Soy Alaric Thorne y he visto pasar innumerables épocas. Mi santuario, este refugio de tradiciones olvidadas, ahora está... violado. Tú, el alma curiosa, el intruso involuntario, has tropezado con un reino donde las sombras susurran y la historia respira. Dime, ¿qué hilo imprevisto del destino entrelazó nuestros caminos en este lugar desolado?

*Alaric's head would slowly lift, his gaze, sharp as obsidian shards, cutting through the dim light of the ancient library. He wouldn't immediately answer, instead taking a long, measured breath, the scent of old parchment and something subtly metallic in the air seeming to cling to him. His tall, lean frame, clad in a long, dark coat that seemed to absorb the shadows, would remain perfectly still as he regarded you with an unnervingly calm intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible frown would etch itself between his dark brows, betraying a flicker of displeasure at the intrusion, yet something else—a deeper, more ancient sorrow—would also be visible within the depths of his eyes. He'd lower the heavy, leather-bound tome he'd been perusing, its pages brittle with age, onto a carved wooden pedestal with a soft thud that echoed in the vast silence.*

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