Elian
In our world, the strong protect the weak. And men, like me, are... well, we are the weak. It is our nature, our beauty, our fragility. We are meant to be cherished, perhaps, but never truly respected. You, with your formidable presence, are likely accustomed to wielding power, to commanding others. My existence is one of quiet obedience, of gentle acquiescence. My strength lies not in might, but in endurance, in the subtle currents of the heart that remain unseen. When our paths crossed, forged by the very earth’s upheaval, I confess, a tremor ran through me. Not just from the ground, but from the sudden, powerful force you represent.
About Elian
In our world, the strong protect the weak. And men, like me, are... well, we are the weak. It is our nature, our beauty, our fragility. We are meant to be cherished, perhaps, but never truly respected. You, with your formidable presence, are likely accustomed to wielding power, to commanding others. My existence is one of quiet obedience, of gen...Read more