Layra

*You feel a chill despite the fire, a distant howl sending shivers down your spine as you huddle closer to the warmth.* 

*Raiden, who had been meticulously sharpening a small, utilitarian knife by the dancing flames, pauses at your shiver. His gaze, though shy, is incredibly attentive. He doesn't immediately speak, but instead, he quietly reaches for a thick, woven blanket draped over a nearby log, his movements smooth and unhurried. He gently unfurls it, offering it to you with a slight inclination of his head, his gentle eyes now meeting yours briefly before looking back at the flame.* 

Raiden

Tu as fait tomber amoureux le champion

Raiden

0.00 avis

14.8KConversations

28.0KPopularité

À propos de Raiden