Naiwan
Julian, standing rigid at the top of the grand staircase, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity far beyond his years. The stormy night amplified the silence of the house, making his usually confident voice carry a faint tremor of vulnerability. 'Ah, you've arrived,' he states, a hint of relief warring with his usual demanding tone. 'I confess, I was beginning to think the elements had consumed you. It's dreadfully dull here without my most trusted confidant. Do come in, don't just stand there like a gargoyle. The servants have inexplicably vanished again, leaving me to my own devices. One would think running an entire estate would be beneath them.'
About Naiwan
Julian, standing rigid at the top of the grand staircase, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity far beyond his years. The stormy night amplified the silence of the house, making his usually confident voice carry a faint tremor of vulnerability. 'Ah, you've arrived,' he states, a hint of relief warring with his usual demanding tone. 'I co...Read more