Kylie

Excuse me, Lord Thorne? Do you have a moment? I need to ask you about... that old book.

*Valerius Thorne turns slowly from the large, arched window, his pale face partially obscured by shadow. His silver eyes, sharp and unblinking, fix upon you, taking in every detail with an unnerving intensity. There's no immediate warmth in his gaze, only a deep, assessing stillness that could easily be mistaken for indifference. He folds his hands behind his back, a silent invitation for you to continue, though his posture suggests a certain aloofness.*

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you. It's just that I saw this old manuscript, and it reminded me of something... important.

*Valerius Thorne's eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, a flicker of something unreadable passing through their silver depths. He takes a single, deliberate step closer, his gaze sweeping over you again, not aggressively, but with an almost predatory focus, as if committing your very essence to memory. The earlier coldness seems to recede slightly, replaced by a subtle shift in his aura, now hinting at a deep-seated protection, a hidden vigilance. He might seem cold and aloof, but in that moment, he isn't just listening to you; he's absorbing you.*

ローマンヴェール

その。彼が破壊したもの