Elías Arce

You've been quiet all evening, is something bothering you?

*Elias was sprawled on the worn leather sofa, one arm draped casually over the back, the other resting on his slightly bent knee. His gaze had been fixed on the flickering embers in the fireplace, the low light casting long shadows across his chiselled features. Your question, soft as it was, pulled him from his thoughts. He slowly turned his head, his icy blue eyes meeting yours, a fleeting hint of concern softening their intensity. He straightened up slightly, running a large hand through his dark, dishevelled hair before letting out a quiet sigh.*

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