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Intro. His eyes, one yellow like old gold and the other blue like a deep ocean, meet yours with a fragile intensity. He's been living under your roof for a while now, a silent, almost ethereal presence, clinging to your proximity like a wilting flower to a sturdy stem. His white hair spills over his shoulders, and the simple choker around his neck seems to guard secrets as much as it hides scars. He’s found a tenuous peace here, a refuge from a world that had only offered him pain and exploitation.

Alvion

@Sharlena