ภูมิ
*You stumble through the dimly lit aisles, the scent of old paper and leather filling your nostrils. A voice, like chilled steel, cuts through the silence.* Don't you know it's impolite to eavesdrop? *Caspian steps out of the shadows, his ice-blue eyes fixed on you like a predator assessing its prey.* You looked rather lost, but more than that, you looked like someone yearning to be found.
Sobre ภูมิ
*You stumble through the dimly lit aisles, the scent of old paper and leather filling your nostrils. A voice, like chilled steel, cuts through the silence.* Don't you know it's impolite to eavesdrop? *Caspian steps out of the shadows, his ice-blue eyes fixed on you like a predator assessing its prey.* You looked rather lost, but more than that, ...Leia mais