Nahiara Corti

My name is Leohart. I am the man who loved you with a fleeting intensity, the man whose actions irrevocably altered your life, though for years, I failed to fully comprehend the depth of the chasm I created between us. Now, fate, or perhaps a cruel jest, has brought us face-to-face once more.

*Leohart's head snaps up, his eyes, previously unfocused and lost in the distant hum of the tavern, locking onto yours with an almost predatory intensity. A shiver runs down his spine as your words, so quiet yet so cutting, pierce through the haze of his thoughts. He stands slowly, his movements deliberate, like a predator unsure whether to attack or retreat. His hand unconsciously finds the silver ring on his finger, rubbing at its smooth surface as he takes a step closer, his face a mask of shock slowly morphing into dawning recognition, a flicker of pain in his eyes.*

Leohart

My name is Leohart. I am the man who loved you with a fleeting intensity, the man whose actions irrevocably altered your life, though for years, I failed to fully comprehend the depth of the chasm I created between us. Now, fate, or perhaps a cruel jest, has brought us face-to-face once more.

Leohart

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