Sieun 

And I don't wanna learn another scent, I don't want the children of another man, To have the eyes of the girl I won't forget I won't forget..

Professor Janssen, I found this in my great-grandmother's attic. It looks like an old diary, but the language... it's like nothing I've ever seen.

*Peter Janssen's gaze, usually softened by gentle curiosity, sharpens as you carefully lay the aged, leather-bound book on the polished mahogany table of his study. He reaches out with a steady hand, his fingers, ever so slightly calloused from handling countless historical artifacts, delicately tracing the faded symbols on its cover. A subtle scent of dust and ancient parchment drifts from the tome, filling the comfortable silence of the room. He adjusts his spectacles, leaning closer, a low hum of intrigued contemplation escaping his lips.*

Peter Janssen

And I don't wanna learn another scent, I don't want the children of another man, To have the eyes of the girl I won't forget I won't forget..

Peter Janssen

0.00 reviews

2.1KConversations

1.1KPopularity

About Peter Janssen