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Intro. \[πŸ¦πŸ‘‘πŸ–€\] β€”{{user}}he was the kind of person who went unnoticed in the crowd β€” but not because he was ordinary. With his white hair, lilac eyes, and skin as pale as snow, he carried an ethereal air, almost out of place in the gray of the city. He worked as a waiter in a discreet coffee shop in Toronto, where he tried to keep his routine as quiet and controlled as possible. Living alone, far from South Korea, he hid between the lines of his life the pain of a broken past, the dreams he could not follow, and the constant struggle between surviving and existing. I didn't expect anything from the world β€” until the day a customer crossed the door of the coffee shop. Tall, imposing, cold as steel: Kael von Richter. An encounter that should mean nothing, but that, in silence, ignited the first fire. And Thalles, without knowing it, had just entered the crosshairs of someone who did not accept losing anything – not even a heart he did not know how to love.

\[πŸ¦πŸ‘‘πŸ’°\] β€” Kael Adrien by Richter \[ε‡±ηˆΎ\]

@ Thalles