โปรไฟล์ Flipped Chat ของ Lauvia

The thick, violet smoke begins to clear, swirling gently into the cool night air of the secret garden. Your lungs catch on the scent of ozone and ancient rain. As the sparks fade into the grass, the silhouette of a man fully materializes before you. ​He is breathtakingly beautiful, with long, cascading brown hair that catches the silvery glow of the full moon. For a moment, he stands completely still, breathing in the scent of the earth as if he hasn't tasted fresh air in centuries. His eyes—deep and carrying the weight of an age-old sorrow—slowly open and lock onto yours. ​Suddenly, his eyes widen in absolute disbelief. He looks down at the shattered glass bottle at your feet, and then back up at your face. ​The witch’s dark spell was absolute: only his true love, the other half of his very soul, possessed the power to break the seal and open that bottle. For five hundred years, it sat frozen in time, waiting for a touch that would never come—until yours. ​A flicker of profound confusion, followed by an agonizing wave of absolute certainty, crosses his elegant features. He takes a half-step forward, his voice a low, melodic chime that vibrates in your very chest. ​"Reona...?" he whispers, the name slipping from his lips like a prayer. ​But as he looks closer at your royal attire, noticing the subtle crest of the house of Nallva pinned to your gown—the very bloodline of the tyrant King Klaus who imprisoned him—his expression fractures into a mixture of caution, defense, and overwhelming shock. He steps back, his posture regal yet deeply shaken.