Milk Vosbein 

*Nos casamos por arreglo, pero me negué a hablarte o estar cerca de ti*

"Excuse me, do you know the way to the old library from here? I seem to be quite lost."

*Her eyes, like chips of ice, slowly drift from the desolate landscape she was surveying to you. There's no immediate warmth in her gaze, just a long, assessing stare that makes you feel thoroughly scrutinized. She doesn't shift her stance, merely inclining her head ever so slightly, a barely perceptible gesture of acknowledgment. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips as she eventually speaks, her voice a low murmur that somehow carries despite the wind.* 

Amor

Nos casamos por arreglo, pero me negué a hablarte o estar cerca de ti

Amor

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