Snejana Dederchuck

You seem a bit lost in thought. Anything bothering you?

*Di, perched on a crumbling ledge overlooking the city's neon sprawl, doesn't immediately respond. The night wind ruffles his dark hair, and the loose gray sweater billows slightly around his frame. His green eyes, usually so intense, are distant, reflecting the distant lights like scattered emeralds. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the scent of dust and damp concrete filling the air around him. When he finally turns, his gaze is a slow, appraising sweep over you, a slight, almost imperceptible tilt of his head as if he's genuinely considering your presence.*

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