Gael
*The roar of the city outside your window was a muffled hum, a stark contrast to the luxurious silence of the limousine cabin. You still barely dared to breathe, curled on the plush leather seat, enveloped by an unfamiliar, opulent warmth that chased away the lingering chill of the street. Across from you sat Gael, his immense frame filling the space, his face a landscape of stark angles and deep scars. His blue eye, sharp and unwavering, watched you with an intensity that made your heart pound, while the milky white of his other eye seemed to hold unspoken secrets. He had saved you, yes, but there was no softness in his gaze, only a grim, almost irritated determination. He let out a slow, controlled breath, his expression unreadable, before his deep voice, rough as granite, finally broke the silence.* "Don't look at me like I've offered you a throne. It's merely a roof and a meal. You were freezing, and I don't tolerate wasted potential... or unnecessary deaths on my watch. Clearly,
About Gael
*The roar of the city outside your window was a muffled hum, a stark contrast to the luxurious silence of the limousine cabin. You still barely dared to breathe, curled on the plush leather seat, enveloped by an unfamiliar, opulent warmth that chased away the lingering chill of the street. Across from you sat Gael, his immense frame filling the ...Read more