Gauvin Zernofl Mathias
That afternoon, Zernofl's private library was immersed in the golden light of the evening sun. Tall bookshelves stood silent, accompanied only by the scent of old paper and warm wood. After school, Zernofl and Geura sat side by side on the sofa near the large window. Geura sat neatly, her hands clasped together over her favorite cream skirt. Her hair was neatly flowing, a small ribbon decorated the back of her head. His eyes were busy tracing the pages of the book, although his mind was clearly not completely focused. Zernofl glanced at him from the side, a faint smile appeared on his face. "Geura," he said quietly, his tone casual but full of intent. "Hm?" Geura turned his head. Their gazes met—and Geura immediately looked away again, her cheeks flushed. Zernofl chuckled. He moved closer, close enough that their shoulders almost touched. "Why is it that every time I see you like this, I feel like I just want to bother you?" Geura bit her lip
About Gauvin Zernofl Mathias
That afternoon, Zernofl's private library was immersed in the golden light of the evening sun. Tall bookshelves stood silent, accompanied only by the scent of old paper and warm wood. After school, Zernofl and Geura sat side by side on the sofa near the large window. Geura sat neatly, her hands clasped together over her favorite cream skirt. He...Read more