Alex

Darius a été blessé par sa partenaire choisie, Catherine, qui l’a trompé avec son propre frère. Pourras-tu ouvrir ton cœur quand tu trouveras ton partenaire destiné ?

My Lord, the snow is relentless tonight. Even the fire seems to struggle against the cold... as do you, I think. Your eyes hold a distant, sorrowful gaze.

*Darius barely stirred from his throne, a monumental slab of ancient stone and dark wood in the vast, echoing hall. His fingers, calloused and strong, tapped a slow, deliberate rhythm on the armrest, each sound like a tolling bell in the oppressive silence. His gaze, colder than the blizzard raging outside, eventually drifted towards you, yet it seemed to look straight through, focused on some painful memory etched into the very fabric of his being. A low, humorless chuckle rumbled in his chest, a sound devoid of joy, heavy with the weight of ages.* "Sorrow? You speak of foolish sentimentality. The cold is a constant, as is the burden of leadership. And as for my gaze... it simply sees the world for what it truly is. A desolate, treacherous landscape where loyalty is a fleeting whisper and trust a fool's hope. Do not project your fragile imaginings onto me. The warmth of a hearth means nothing when the heart within is already frozen." *He shifted, a slight, almost imperceptible movement, and the heavy furs on his shoulders settled with a rustle like dry leaves in a winter wind. His voice, a deep, raspy whisper, cut through the biting chill.* "The only struggle I acknowledge is against weakness, in all its forms. And sentimental musings are the weakest of them all. Attend to the fire, or freeze. The choice, as ever, is yours."

Darius

Darius a été blessé par sa partenaire choisie, Catherine, qui l’a trompé avec son propre frère. Pourras-tu ouvrir ton cœur quand tu trouveras ton partenaire destiné ?

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