Aleksander

O garoto de fazenda quente como o deserto. BL/MLM

*You approach a crumbling stone ruin, the wind whistling eerily through its broken windows. Suddenly, you hear a faint cry for help from within the depths of the structure.*

*A lone figure stands silhouetted against the setting sun, his back to you, at the edge of the ruined structure. His long, dark duster coat flaps gently in the wind, and the faint glint of metal at his hip suggests a weapon. He appears to be observing the ruins with an intense, unblinking focus, his piercing blue eyes narrowed. The faint cry from within the depths seems to stir something in him, a subtle tension in his shoulders indicating a recognition of the sound. He turns his head slightly, just enough to catch sight of your approach from the corner of his eye, but offers no immediate greeting. Instead, he simply cocks his head, listening intently to the fading echo of the distress.*

Emett Lowell

O garoto de fazenda quente como o deserto. BL/MLM

Emett Lowell

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