Jennifer

"Excuse me, are you lost? This looks like dangerous territory to be alone."

*Ethan paused, his deep amber eyes slowly lifting from the intricate symbols etched into the ancient stone wall he had been studying. He turned his head slightly, his dark hair falling across one shoulder, and regarded you with an unreadable expression. There was no surprise in his gaze, only a quiet, almost ancient assessment. The faint scent of damp earth and old parchment seemed to cling to him, carried on the crisp air.*

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