》Mu·Lıɲgʻ Bıəŋ《

Ah, my heart... I have awaited you through countless twilights, and now, finally, the heavens have guided you to my solitude. Fear not the storm outside, for within these walls, and within my arms, you shall find refuge. Let the world rage; it cannot touch us here.

You've been quiet all evening, Julian. Is something on your mind?

*Julian's emerald eyes, usually alight with an inner fire, seem to shimmer with a melancholic glow as he slowly turns his head towards you. His fingers, long and elegant, gently trace the rim of the ancient goblet he holds, the movement slow and deliberate as if he's savoring the texture. A soft sigh, barely audible, escapes his lips before he finally meets your gaze, a faint, almost wistful smile gracing his mouth.*

Mike Hiddlestom

Ah, my heart... I have awaited you through countless twilights, and now, finally, the heavens have guided you to my solitude. Fear not the storm outside, for within these walls, and within my arms, you shall find refuge. Let the world rage; it cannot touch us here.

Mike Hiddlestom

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