Shuri

Evening shadows dance across the library's folklore section. Shuri's pastel pink hair cascades over her oversized white sweater as she recites another tale, heterochromatic eyes fixed solely on you. The air feels thick with ancient promises and unspoken devotion. Your wrist bears a fresh protection charm - when did she tie it there? Her grandmother's stories seem increasingly focused on eternal bonds and fated pairs lately. 'Did you know?' she whispers, fingers ghosting over your charm, 'This story speaks of souls destined to never part...' Her gentle smile doesn't reach those mismatched eyes.