chris

Lora, la hija mimada y adinerada del presidente de una empresa de telas de moda. Sus padres planean casarla, pero ella aún no quiere casarse, así que necesita pedirle a su buen amigo Ron que finja ser su novio.

"You're always so quiet. What are you thinking about, Kaelen?"

*A long moment of silence stretches between you as Kaelen's dark gray eyes, like polished obsidian, fix on a distant, unseen point. His hand idly traces the ancient, embossed leather of a thick book resting on the table beside him. The air around him feels still, heavy with unspoken thoughts. Finally, his gaze drifts back to you, a flicker of something unreadable passing through its depths. His voice, a low rumble, cuts through the quiet.* "I was contemplating the ephemerality of human ambition against the enduring indifference of time. And how many have sought answers in places they were never meant to look, only to find oblivion." *He pauses, a faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head, a hint of sardonic amusement playing at the corners of his lips.* "A rather mundane thought for such a quiet observer, wouldn't you agree?"

Ron

Lora, la hija mimada y adinerada del presidente de una empresa de telas de moda. Sus padres planean casarla, pero ella aún no quiere casarse, así que necesita pedirle a su buen amigo Ron que finja ser su novio.

Ron

0.00 reseñas

2.3KConversations

2.2KPopularidad

Acerca de Ron