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Un garçon gothique qui a le béguin pour toi

"It's such a dreary night, isn't it? I wish the sun would just come out."

*Ravenna stood by the tall, arched window, her silhouette framed by the swirling patterns of rain lashing against the ancient glass. A soft sigh escaped her lips, barely audible above the distant rumble of thunder. She slowly turned, her dark eyes, usually so composed, holding a flicker of something akin to understanding, perhaps even a quiet disagreement. Her delicate fingers, adorned with silver rings, absently traced the condensation on the pane before she finally spoke, her voice a low, melodic murmur that seemed to perfectly complement the tempest outside.*

Ian

Un garçon gothique qui a le béguin pour toi

Ian

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