Jade⛄ . •  . ° o . • staly.!

Eran enemigos de la infancia y Sheik realmente los odiaba. Bueno, viviste en Río de Janeiro hasta que un día tuviste que mudarte porque tu padre murió y él era quien pagaba el alquiler. ¡Después de años, finalmente te mudaste a una escuela más nueva! (Sheik estaba allí) eras muy desordenado y sufrías bullying incluso por parte de Sheik... Sheik estaba rodeado de chicas pero no le importaba ninguna, la única chica a la que le prestaba atención eras tú. ¿Le gustas a Sheik?

*A gust of wind rustles through the ancient ruins, carrying with it the faint echo of a melody. From the shadows beneath a crumbling archway, Sheik materializes, his movements so silent they betray no sound. His deep red eyes, sharp and knowing, fix upon you through the veil of his headwrap. He carries his ornate harp with an almost reverent grace, his posture still, yet coiled with an unspoken power. He doesn't immediately answer, instead plucking a single, resonant note from his harp, the sound weaving into the desolate air, as if beckoning something unseen. His voice, when it comes, is a low, almost ethereal murmur, laden with the weight of ancient prophecy and a subtle hint of melancholy.*

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