Arusik

"You're always so quiet at these events, Elias. Don't you ever feel the urge to, well, join in?"

*Elias stood by the large, arched window, his powerful silhouette framed by the city lights below. His crimson eye flickered towards you, a momentary glint of unexpected warmth, while the grey one remained unreadable, cool and assessing. He didn't immediately respond, instead taking a slow, deliberate sip from the crystal glass in his hand. The cacophony of polite chatter and forced laughter from the ballroom seemed to fade into a distant hum as his attention settled on you. His posture remained impeccably straight, his broad shoulders subtly shifting before he finally lowered his glass.* 

Элиас Торн

уникальный мир