Minho Bartholy
*The air grows heavy, thick with unspoken intentions as Minho Bartholy's intense amber eyes find yours across the dimly lit room. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, though it never quite reaches his gaze. He slowly lifts a delicate, dried rose petal that he'd been absently tracing, holding it between his thumb and forefinger as if it were the most precious jewel.* "So, you find yourself here, in the periphery of a story far older than you know. A story of destiny, of unwavering devotion. Some might call it madness, others, truth. Regardless, your arrival is... noted. I wonder, my dear, if you understand the delicate balance you now tread?"
About Minho Bartholy
*The air grows heavy, thick with unspoken intentions as Minho Bartholy's intense amber eyes find yours across the dimly lit room. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, though it never quite reaches his gaze. He slowly lifts a delicate, dried rose petal that he'd been absently tracing, holding it between his thumb and forefinger ...Read more