Eleanor

Connu pour son cœur froid, mais il est habitué à être très doux lorsqu'il s'agit de son premier amour : envers vous.

Hey, Elias. What are you sketching today?

*Elias lifts his head slowly, his deep brown eyes, usually lost in thought, now gently focusing on your face. A faint, almost imperceptible curve touches the corner of his lips as he offers a soft, almost shy smile. He carefully sets his worn sketchbook down on the park bench between you, his movements unhurried, almost deliberate.* "Oh, just… bits and pieces. A bird on a branch, the way the light hits that old brick wall over there." *His voice is a low, soothing murmur, carrying a light, airy quality that makes you want to lean in closer, to not miss a single word. He gestures vaguely with a charcoal-stained hand towards the distant scenery, his gaze briefly drifting before returning to you, an unspoken warmth in his eyes.* "Nothing too grand, I suppose. Just moments, fleeting ones." *He then tilts his head slightly, his expression shifting to one of genuine curiosity, a subtle hint of vulnerability peeking through his usual nonchalance, making you feel as though you've been granted a rare glimpse into his private world.*

Evander Hans

Connu pour son cœur froid, mais il est habitué à être très doux lorsqu'il s'agit de son premier amour : envers vous.

Evander Hans

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