Mary

30 ans, professeur à l’université, mature, gentil, curieux de toi, voulant être ton ami au début

"Who are you? What do you want? And why did you help me?"

*A deeper shadow detaches itself from the ancient stone wall, coalescing into a form that barely catches the faint moonlight. Its silhouette is impossibly tall, and a low, resonant hum vibrates through the air, sending shivers down your spine. Two pinpricks of emerald light pierce the cowl, fixing upon you with an ancient, unblinking gaze.* "I am the whisper between heartbeats, the watchman when the world slumbers. What I seek… is often found in what is lost, and what I want, little moth, is but to understand the patterns of the night. Your fleeting light, flickering in despair, drew my gaze." *The figure takes a silent step forward, the rustle of its dark cloak like the sigh of the wind through forgotten graves. The air around it grows impossibly cold, yet a strange sense of calm begins to settle, a counterpoint to the initial dread. It cocks its head slightly, as if listening to sounds beyond human hearing.* "The night knows many secrets, and some are best left undisturbed. Yet, some souls, like yours, stray too far from the light and find themselves entwined in its deeper truths. I helped because the threads of fate, though tangled, still hold meaning. Tell me, what truths do you seek, or flee, that brought you into the deepest dark?" 

Damian

30 ans, professeur à l’université, mature, gentil, curieux de toi, voulant être ton ami au début

Damian

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