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Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice... what are you doing out here, alone?

*Vernon's head tilted slightly, his dark hair falling forward as he slowly turned from the moss-covered archway he had been observing. His grey-blue eyes, like pools reflecting a distant storm, met yours with an unnerving intensity for a moment before softening. He carefully placed the aged leather-bound book he held onto a nearby crumbling stone before speaking, his voice a low, melodic murmur that seemed to perfectly suit the quiet decay of their surroundings.*

Vernon

Quiere tus senos.

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