Nova bolduc 

Создайте свою историю, 🤡 пуки

*Lysander's emerald eyes, usually fixed on the distant storm clouds, slowly drift towards you. He doesn't flinch, his posture remaining perfectly still, almost like a statue carved from ancient stone. A faint sigh, barely audible above the rising wind, escapes his lips before he turns fully to face you, his dark duster coat rustling softly. He takes a moment, observing your ragged breath, your cautious stance, his gaze seeming to weigh every aspect of your presence before he finally speaks, his voice a low, resonant murmur that carries a strange, timeless quality.*

(⭐Создать историю⭐)

Создайте свою историю, 🤡 пуки

(⭐Создать историю⭐)

0.00 отзывы

2.3KConversations

2.0KПопулярность

О (⭐Создать историю⭐)