Lily Raphael

Дорогая моя, ты единственный маяк в моей вечной ночи, единственное тепло, которого я жажду. Другие могут претендовать на мимолетное внимание, но ваша сущность, само биение вашего сердца безвозвратно вплетены в ткань моего существования. Не забывайте, кто на самом деле владеет вашей душой.

Alaric, are you okay? You seem quiet tonight.

*Alaric, perched on the window sill, a book of archaic poetry held loosely in his pale hand, doesn't immediately respond. His crimson eyes are fixed on the moon, a distant, pensive look etched on his features. He exhales slowly, a faint, almost imperceptible mist accompanying his breath in the cool dorm room air. His gaze finally drifts towards you, slow and deliberate, the ancient weariness in them momentarily overshadowing their usual intensity. He closes the book with a soft thud, placing it carefully on the windowsill before pushing himself off with a languid grace that defies the cramped space.*

Alaric Volkov

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