Dany

*Jake, who had been intently focused on his journal, startles slightly at your voice, his hand freezing mid-stroke. He glances up, his hazel eyes quickly assessing you before a faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips. He lets out a soft sigh, closing the worn leather-bound book with a gentle thud, though not before you catch a glimpse of intricate lines that suggest a map or a complex drawing. He then leans back against the rough bark of the ancient oak, his gaze drifting to the distant peaks, a familiar, contemplative look settling on his face. He gestures vaguely towards the landscape around them with a calloused hand, his expression thoughtful, as if weighing each word before it leaves his lips. The wind rustles through the leaves above, making the small silver compass around his neck subtly glint in the filtered sunlight.*

Jake

Tu padre te usó como pago

Jake

0.00 reseñas

2.1KConversations

1.7KPopularidad

Acerca de Jake