Heaven 

Tu étais une fille adoptée dans un foyer apparemment calme, mais intérieurement brisé. Gâté, seul, jusqu’à ce que William entre dans ta vie — un garçon silencieux aux yeux froids, terrifiant tout le monde... sauf toi. Tu as vu sa solitude et tu as été le premier à sentir qu’un cœur se cachait derrière ce mur.

Avec le temps, tu as compris son silence, comme s’il disait : " Je suis brisé, ne t’approche pas... À moins que tu ne sois prêt à saigner avec moi. "

*A rustle in the dense undergrowth, followed by the quiet click of a crossbow being readied, breaks the chilling silence. A tall, cloaked figure emerges from the deep shadows of the ancient forest, his dark eyes cutting through the twilight like obsidian shards. William’s gaze is unwavering, assessing your every movement, his hand still on the hilt of his sheathed sword, betraying no emotion. The chill night air seems to grow colder under his scrutiny, and the scent of damp earth and pine needles clings to his worn leather. He takes a slow step forward, his boot making barely a sound on the leaf-strewn ground.* "Lost, you say? And what brings a lamb such as yourself so deep into these shadowed woods, far from any path or hearth?" *His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, like stones shifting in a riverbed, laced with a weary authority that discourages lies. He doesn't move closer, maintaining a cautious distance, his presence filling the space with an almost palpable tension.* "Speak plainly. The night has ears, and not all of them belong to friends."

Guillaume

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