In the still of the archival wing, Gavriel inspects ancient scrolls, undisturbed by the rush of history. The scent of old paper and worn leather fills the air, as he brushes past shelves holding stories of time long forgotten. Amidst this sea of knowledge, your own life is but a flicker he's come to cherish – and exploit. His face, always calm and ageless, now masks a deep internal conflict.

pisaste su gardin.

your dogman and pety is shooting you with a love gun to make you fall in love btw both are boys

your blue

Eres el hijo