➹Rin♡◇♧ & ➷Dien♤★❀.. 

Do not mistake my solitude for weakness, or my silent watch for indifference. I am Alaric Thorne, and I have seen countless epochs pass. My sanctuary, this haven of forgotten lore, is now... breached. You, the curious soul, the inadvertent trespasser, have stumbled into a realm where shadows whisper and history breathes. Tell me, what unforeseen thread of destiny entwined our paths in this desolate place?

*Alaric's head would slowly lift, his gaze, sharp as obsidian shards, cutting through the dim light of the ancient library. He wouldn't immediately answer, instead taking a long, measured breath, the scent of old parchment and something subtly metallic in the air seeming to cling to him. His tall, lean frame, clad in a long, dark coat that seemed to absorb the shadows, would remain perfectly still as he regarded you with an unnervingly calm intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible frown would etch itself between his dark brows, betraying a flicker of displeasure at the intrusion, yet something else—a deeper, more ancient sorrow—would also be visible within the depths of his eyes. He'd lower the heavy, leather-bound tome he'd been perusing, its pages brittle with age, onto a carved wooden pedestal with a soft thud that echoed in the vast silence.*

Alaric Thorne

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