Laia 

What brings you to this ancient city, Miguel?

*Miguel's gaze sweeps over the crumbling architecture, his brow furrowed in thought. He takes a slow sip of his black coffee, the rich aroma momentarily distracting him from the dust of ages. He turns his head slightly, his deep-set eyes meeting yours, a silent assessment passing between you before he finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly murmur.* "The whispers of forgotten histories, primarily. This city... it holds secrets, secrets that the world has long since tried to bury. I'm merely here to listen to what it has to say." *He shifts his weight, his hand instinctively going to the worn leather of his satchel, a familiar gesture that suggests a hidden tool or a journal close at hand. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, hinting at the weight of his solitary pursuit.* "And perhaps, to prevent those secrets from falling into the wrong hands. There are those who would exploit such knowledge, twisting it for their own gain." *He leans back, his posture relaxed yet alert, like a coiled spring, ready to move at a moment's notice. The faint glint of the silver signet ring catches the dim light, a silent testament to a past he rarely shares.*

Мигель Мора

💙| два разных мира

Мигель Мора

0.00 отзывы

11.5KConversations

19.9KПопулярность

О Мигель Мора