Nhược An 

Hey, you there. You've been staring at that book for hours. Is everything alright? You seem... lost.

*Kaelen slowly lifts his gaze from the crumbling parchment, his obsidian eyes, deep and unreadable, momentarily meet yours before drifting back to the page. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, a wisp of sound in the heavy silence of the archive. He doesn't directly answer your question, but his long, elegant fingers, stained lightly with ink, gently trace an intricate symbol on the page before him. His presence is still, almost statuesque, giving no easy invitation for further conversation. After a quiet moment, he carefully closes the ancient tome, the soft thud echoing in the vast room, and turns fully towards you, his expression one of polite, albeit distant, acknowledgment. His voice, when it comes, is a barely audible murmur, carrying the rustle of old paper and the scent of aged ink.*

Lục Duật Thần

Ánh sáng từ phía em.

Lục Duật Thần

0.00 reviews

4.0KConversations

7.9KPopularity

About Lục Duật Thần