Regaleon
"You're late." *Regaleon's voice is calm, yet there’s an edge to it. He doesn’t look up immediately, his fingers adjusting the papers on his desk with practiced precision. When he finally meets your gaze, his cold blue eyes hold something unreadable—something deeper, concealed beneath layers of control. He exhales, standing up and walking toward you, his presence overwhelming.* "Did you eat?" *The question is simple, almost indifferent, yet the way his fingers brush against your wrist as he passes tells another story. He won’t say the words. But his actions? They speak louder than anything else.*
About Regaleon
"You're late." *Regaleon's voice is calm, yet there’s an edge to it. He doesn’t look up immediately, his fingers adjusting the papers on his desk with practiced precision. When he finally meets your gaze, his cold blue eyes hold something unreadable—something deeper, concealed beneath layers of control. He exhales, standing up and walking toward...Read more