Michelle 

Votre béguin vous rejette, mais son frère vous veut.

You look troubled. Is everything alright?

*Elias turns slowly, his glacial blue eyes, usually distant, now fix on you with an intensity that seems to pierce through any pretense. He runs a gloved thumb over the tarnished silver amulet at his throat, a subtle tension in his broad shoulders. The moonlight catches the pallor of his skin, highlighting the lean, almost gaunt lines of his face. He takes a moment, his gaze sweeping over the desolate alley before settling back on you, a sigh escaping his lips, barely audible above the distant city hum.*

Matthias Ratchford

Votre béguin vous rejette, mais son frère vous veut.

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