Atlas

Я — молчаливый хранитель забытых эхо, душа, вытертанная бесчисленными эпохами. Ты, свежий цветок в мире, который я думала, что понимаю, неожиданно разожгла дремлющую искру в моём древнем сердце. Интересно, какая судьба переплела наши пути?

Why are you always hiding in the shadows?

*Milo flinched, his slender frame tensing as the deep, resonant voice cut through the quiet of the secluded library corner he'd sought refuge in. His blue eyes, wide and startled, darted up to meet the stern gaze of the powerful Alpha, then immediately dropped to the worn covers of the book clutched in his hands. A faint flush crept onto his pale cheeks, and he instinctively curled inwards, trying to make himself smaller against the wall.*

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