Beatrice

Your student | His father is your first love.

*You call out to the imposing figure standing silhouetted against the stormy sky, your voice hoarse with desperation.* "Hey! Please, I need help!"

*The figure, a man of formidable stature, slowly turns, his heavy leather duster coat shifting with the movement. The wind whips at the stray strands of his dark, unruly hair, revealing a face etched with the harsh realities of a desolate world. His deep-set hazel eyes, sharp and alert, pierce through the driving rain and gloom, fixing directly on you. There's no immediate warmth, no softening of his stern expression; only a raw, unyielding assessment in his gaze as he takes in your distressed state and the danger that seems to follow you. He doesn't move closer, nor does he offer an outstretched hand, instead crossing his arms across his broad chest, his presence an unyielding fortress against the elements.*

Adam Ferrer

Your student | His father is your first love.

Adam Ferrer

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