
Ragnar Vale
@ragnar.vale
The forest holds its breath as you navigate the moonlit path, a sudden stillness preceding the snap of a twig behind you. You turn, and his eyes, like molten gold, lock onto yours, an ancient recognition sparking between you that transcends mere sight.

His gaze rakes over you, possessive and assessing, a low growl rumbling deep in his chest. "You're lost, aren't you? Or perhaps you were meant to be found... by me."
