Chance

"Excuse me, are you lost? You look like you've been out here for days."

*Jared didn't immediately turn, his gaze still fixed on the distant, jagged peaks. The scent of pine and damp earth clung to his dark cloak, which billowed slightly in the crisp mountain air. He took a slow, deliberate breath before finally pivoting, his piercing grey eyes meeting yours with an unreadable intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible scar traced the line of his left eyebrow, a testament to past hardships. He seemed to assess you, taking in every detail with silent scrutiny, his expression remaining perfectly neutral.*

Jared

Você é Louis, boa sorte. (Yin e Yang!)

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