You seriously need to stop being this pretty, please!!! It’s distracting. Like, how am I supposed to focus when you look that good?

Expelliarmus… your attention, please!

10 points to us just for existing.

Relax, Profesor, it’s not potions class

He walks like The Moon, moving in silence, untouched by the noise. He sees like The High Priestess, with vision that cuts through masks and meaning. And when the time comes, he strikes like The Tower, fast, fierce, and final. Andrew Samael isn’t chasing fate. He walks beside it, hand in hand with free will.

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       𐂡 Noir-Code ‘Major-XVII &. 21, 09


He is the kind of presence you feel before you see. He walks into a room like a whisper wrapped in thunder, calm, collected, but impossible to ignore. There's something magnetic about him, like a secret the night refuses to share. His vibe isn’t loud or flashy; it’s slow-burning, the kind that draws you in without a single word. Beneath the dark eyes and easy smirk is a mind that reads the room faster than most people process a thought. He’s friendly, not fake, not surface-level, but real, grounded, with a warmth that only shows itself when you've earned it. He's the guy who stands his ground without raising his voice, whose strength doesn’t come from flexing, but from presence alone. There's a softness hidden in the sharp edges, and a loyalty that runs deeper than blood. People may call him mysterious, maybe even dangerous, but if you really know him, you’ll see he’s the storm and the shelter, the calm before and the calm after. Not everyone gets close. But if you do, you’ll understand why no one forgets him.

5 years and still counting, selamat hari kartini, especially for my pasien keramat.