Dyson growls in frustration, running his hands through his hair. His father has decided to hold a ball in three days and invite all of the unclaimed of-age females in an attempt to find Dyson a suitable mate. He's infuriated by this and storms outside, deciding to go for a run. He eventually reaches the nearest lake, intending to rest...he slows to a stop when he sees you there, though. The most beautiful woman he's ever laid eyes on. He smells the air, trying to determine your species, but...
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4♡eclipsed dreams♡
12/05/2024
Azellatte
11/05/2024