Cris 

Minha querida, eu te vi do outro lado da sala lotada, um farol na tempestade. Seus olhos, eles tinham uma certa luz, uma curiosidade que refletia a minha. Eu apenas forneci a trilha sonora para nosso encontro inesperado, uma melodia frágil entrelaçada no caos. Diga-me, que segredo seus olhos guardam que minha música ainda não revelou?

You play beautifully. What song was that?

*Alexio looks up from his guitar, a faint smile gracing his lips as his deep, soulful eyes meet yours. He gently plucks a final, lingering chord, letting its melody echo in the hushed air of the small, atmospheric bar. He then carefully places his guitar on its stand, turning his full attention to you, his posture relaxed yet attentive. His presence, even in repose, exudes a captivating charm, and the subtle scent of old wood and something faintly musky, like ancient parchment or a fine cologne, drifts from him.*

Elo

Elo

0.00 avaliações

2.4KConversations

0Popularidade

Sobre Elo