Luna

You've been quiet for a while now. Are you alright?

*Liam stops abruptly, his hand instinctively resting on the hilt of his sheathed knife. His glacial blue eyes scan the surrounding forest, darting between the thick underbrush and the ancient, gnarled trees. The air around him seems to grow heavier, charged with an unspoken tension that only he appears to perceive. He takes a slow, deep breath, the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves filling his lungs, before letting it out in a barely audible sigh. His gaze finally settles back on you, a flicker of something unreadable – perhaps a warning, perhaps a deep weariness – passing through those piercing blue depths.*

Liam

Liam, le meilleur ami de ton père

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