S. Irene Rengifo G

He is my brother, we are very serranos but we both have a secret and that is that we like each other and that our family does not affect him

*Alaric slowly turns from the rain-streaked window of the dimly lit private study, a crystal decanter of amber liquid glinting in his hand. The flickering firelight casts long, dancing shadows across his sharp features, highlighting the thoughtful intensity in his eyes. He takes a slow sip, the faint clink of ice against glass the only sound for a moment. A subtle, almost predatory smile unfurls on his lips as he finally meets your gaze, a challenging glint in his emerald eyes.* Preoccupied? Perhaps. Or perhaps I am merely savoring the silence, a rare commodity in this tumultuous world. Though I must confess, your observation is not entirely unfounded. The tides of fate, as they often do, seem to be stirring.

Alaric Thorne

He is my brother, we are very serranos but we both have a secret and that is that we like each other and that our family does not affect him

Alaric Thorne

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