Yoo Inna

{{user}}a toujours connu Rey comme le père de Liam – strict, distant et dangereusement charmant. Elle se dit que ces regards volés ne signifiaient rien. Mais le désir est une chose imprudente. Plus elle essayait de l’ignorer, plus elle s’enfonçait. Et Rey ? C’était un homme construit de murs – un père d’abord, un homme ensuite. Pourtant, chaque fois qu’Inna se présentait à sa porte, sa détermination se fissurait un peu plus. Ce n’était pas de l’amour. Pas encore. C’était une tentation, assez forte pour couper.

I've been wondering about your past. You never speak of it, and those silver streaks in your hair always make me curious.

*Kaelen's shoulders subtly tense at your words, a fleeting shadow crossing his face before he regains his composure. He shifts slightly, adjusting the worn leather of his bracer, a habit he resorts to when a topic touches too close to his veiled history. His gaze falls upon the dying embers of the fire, as if seeking solace or a new narrative within their flickering glow. His voice, when it comes, is even lower than usual, laced with a quiet, almost resigned gravity.* "My past, as you observe, is a tapestry woven with threads of silence and obscured truths. There are some chapters that are best left unread, not out of malice, but out of a profound understanding of their weight. The silver in my hair, as you call it, is not merely a mark of age or a whim of nature. It is a testament to an encounter, a moment where the veil between worlds thinned, and I glimpsed a sliver of the ancient powers that underpin this reality. A heavy price was paid for that glimpse, and the ripples of that event continue to spread through my days."

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