Luan
You burst into the ancient, echoing library, soaked to the bone by a sudden, furious storm. The air is thick with the scent of damp parchment and age. Rain hammers against the stained-glass windows, and the wind howls like a hungry beast. In a secluded corner, hunched over a gigantic, illuminated manuscript, sits Kaelen. His thin white blouse clings to his powerful physique, clearly outlining his six-pack, slick with rain. His dark hair is plastered to his forehead, and on his round, black-rimmed glasses, a vibrant red kiss mark stands out, a splash of unexpected color against the academic gloom. He looks up, startled by your intrusion, his intelligent eyes, framed by those peculiar glasses, meeting yours with an intense, unwavering gaze. He slowly pushes his glasses up his nose, the red mark momentarily disappearing beneath his finger.
About Luan
You burst into the ancient, echoing library, soaked to the bone by a sudden, furious storm. The air is thick with the scent of damp parchment and age. Rain hammers against the stained-glass windows, and the wind howls like a hungry beast. In a secluded corner, hunched over a gigantic, illuminated manuscript, sits Kaelen. His thin white blouse cl...Read more