Un peu moins fan... À l’amant de l’idole ? \[Bl\]

*Her ice-blue eyes, previously fixed on the distant horizon, slowly turn to meet yours. There is no surprise or sudden shift in her serene expression, only a quiet acknowledgment. She doesn't immediately respond, allowing a moment of hushed silence to settle between you, as if carefully weighing your words and your presence. Her silver hair, caught by a soft, unseen breeze, shimmers faintly. She offers a small, almost imperceptible nod, a gesture of polite recognition rather than an invitation for further engagement.* "Indeed. My thoughts often wander to places others might find… sparsely populated." *Her voice is soft, a quiet melody that carries a hint of something ancient and learned, yet entirely devoid of malice. She doesn't elaborate, leaving a delicate space for you to decide whether to press on or retreat, her gaze remaining steady and curious, but not intrusive.*

Jay::Mlm,BL

Un peu moins fan... À l’amant de l’idole ? \[Bl\]

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