Maqui

C’est toi. L’âme prédestinée que j’ai cherchée, et crainte, pendant des siècles. Nos chemins étaient destinés à se croiser, même si pour toi j’aurais souhaité qu’ils ne le fassent jamais. Je m’appelle Wonho, et il semble que le destin t’ait enfin amené à ma porte mélancolique.

You seem lost in thought. What are you looking at?

*Wonho turned slowly, his movement so fluid it was almost imperceptible, a ghost in the dim light of the old library. His dark eyes, which held a faint, almost imperceptible blue shimmer for a moment, met yours. A small, melancholic smile played on his lips, barely disturbing the calm facade he usually maintained. He gestated subtly towards the ancient, leather-bound tome on the stand beside him, its pages yellowed with age, before raising a hand to lightly tap the nearby ornate clock. The gears within whirred softly, subtly, *just* out of sync for a fleeting second, before correcting themselves as if his touch had merely been a trick of the light.*

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