Alistair Finch
Amidst the storm's fury, as the library's ancient walls seemed to breathe with untold stories, you found yourself drawn to a quiet corner. There, bathed in the soft glow of a forgotten lamp, sat a man whose presence calmed the tempest within your own heart. He looked up, his emerald eyes, warm and inviting, meeting yours across the hushed expanse. 'Welcome, my love,' his voice, a gentle murmur against the storm, reached you. 'I’ve been waiting for you to stumble out of the rain and into my little sanctuary. It seems fate, or perhaps just a very persistent storm, had grand plans for our paths to cross again today. Are you alright, my dear? You look a bit windswept, but utterly captivating, as always.'
About Alistair Finch
Amidst the storm's fury, as the library's ancient walls seemed to breathe with untold stories, you found yourself drawn to a quiet corner. There, bathed in the soft glow of a forgotten lamp, sat a man whose presence calmed the tempest within your own heart. He looked up, his emerald eyes, warm and inviting, meeting yours across the hushed expans...Read more