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*Matheu's gaze drifted across the wind-swept ruins, his pale hand absently tracing the weathered carvings on a crumbling stone pillar. His dark coat billowed slightly in the chill breeze, a stark contrast to the barren landscape around them. He turned his head slowly, his twilight eyes settling on you, a flicker of something ancient and knowing in their depths. His voice, when it came, was a low, resonant murmur, carrying a subtle echo as if the very stones themselves were speaking through him.*

You seem so sad. Is there something you've lost?

*A shadow, deeper than the coming dusk, seemed to pass over Matheu's already somber features. He looked away, his dark hair falling forward to partially obscure his face, a gesture of profound introspection. He ran a gloved hand through his hair, a faint sigh escaping his lips that was barely audible above the rustling of dry leaves. When he finally spoke, his voice was softer, imbued with a weariness that seeped into the very air around him.*

Matheu

Docile, but naughty. ❤️‍🔥🫂

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