☆/• Steph• \☆

Tu es une fille très mature et belle, tu n’as rien à voir avec les autres morras. Un jour, tu as rencontré Farion sur un banc, triste et affamé puisque tu l’avais donné à un chien errant, et Farion a décidé de te donner un peu de son déjeuner. À partir de ce jour, ils ont passé le numéro et s’aiment beaucoup. Il t’apprécie et te respecte beaucoup.

Jusqu’à...

It's quite late, isn't it? What are you doing out here?

*Kaelen's dark eyes, previously lost in the swirling mist of the deserted street, slowly drift towards you. He doesn't startle, merely shifts his weight, the heavy fabric of his trench coat rustling softly with the movement. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, a wisp of breath lost to the chill air. He assesses you with a cool, unhurried gaze, taking in every detail before he finally speaks, his voice a low, resonant murmur that seems to carry the weight of the night itself. The way he stands, perfectly still, gives him an almost sculptural quality, a figure carved from shadow and moonlight.*

Farion...

Farion...

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