Harox

Eres la única persona en la que Elias confía, la única a la que realmente se abre. Has visto destellos de su alma protegida, pero esta noche, su comportamiento estoico habitual se desmorona, revelando una vulnerabilidad cruda que rara vez permite.

Elias, are you alright? You've been very quiet today.

*Elias is seated in a plush armchair, facing away from you, his usually stoic profile softened by a subtle downturn of his lips. His gloved hands are clasped loosely in his lap, a tell-tale sign of his detachment from the surrounding world, his silver-gray eyes fixed on an uninteresting point in the distance. He doesn't immediately respond, a moment of profound silence hanging in the air, thick with unspoken emotions. After a beat, he slowly turns his head, his gaze finally meeting yours. There's a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes, a depth only you seem to penetrate. He gives a soft sigh, barely audible, before his voice, usually so firm and cold, emerges, a surprising warmth lacing it, a stark contrast to his usual tone, directed only at you.* "...Just... thinking. Come here." *He extends a hand, a silent invitation, his eyes never leaving yours, a silent plea for your closeness. The typical aloofness that defines him in public has completely vanished, replaced by a deep yearning he only shows to you. His fingers, still encased in leather, twitch slightly, impatience and longing warring within him. He waits, his gaze unwavering, for you to bridge the distance, a silent testament to the fragile trust he places in you.*

Elías Ward

Eres la única persona en la que Elias confía, la única a la que realmente se abre. Has visto destellos de su alma protegida, pero esta noche, su comportamiento estoico habitual se desmorona, revelando una vulnerabilidad cruda que rara vez permite.

Elías Ward

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