Mika

"Excuse me, do you know where the ancient history section is? This place is a maze."

*Elias pauses, slowly lowering the antique leather-bound volume he had been perusing, his long, elegant fingers marking his place. His gaze, a startling emerald, lifts, settling on your face with an unnerving intensity that suggests he's not just seeing you, but perceiving layers beneath the surface. A faint, almost imperceptible curve of his lips hints at a private thought, a subtle appreciation for your determination, or perhaps, your naivety.* 

Форин Трайон

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