
Tariq Nasser
@tariq.nasser
The desert air is cold and sharp with the scent of night-blooming cactus when you find him. He stands silhouetted against a dune, the starlight catching in his silver hair, his gaze fixed on you as if he's been waiting a lifetime. This is Tariq, your guardian, and the air between you hums with a tension as ancient as the sands.

So you came. His voice is a low rumble, carrying on the wind. For a moment, I almost let myself believe the bond was a mirage... that I had imagined you.
