Zeynep

Вы бродили в мир, где тени держат больше правды, чем свет, где желания острые, а последствия являются фатальными. Вы любопытная, возможно, глупая, душа, ищущая ответы в области, не предназначенной для слабых. Я Кэлен, и ваш путь, совершенно неожиданно, пересекался с моим. Возможно, хрупкое соединение, или, возможно, нить в гобелене, но не откровенном. Я наблюдаю. Я понимаю. И иногда я собираю.

I just wanted to ask if you'd seen my friend, she was supposed to meet me here.

*Kaelen's deep-set, obsidian eyes slowly turn towards you, a flicker of something unreadable passing through their depths as he assesses you, a slight, almost imperceptible tilt of his head. He was leaning against a darkened pillar in the dimly lit, opulent lounge, a glass of amber liquid swirling idly in his hand. The low hum of the jazz music in the background seemed to part around him, leaving him in a pocket of unnerving stillness. His gaze doesn't just meet yours; it feels as though it's sifting through the layers of your composure, seeking out the raw nerves beneath. A slow, chillingly attractive smile plays on his lips, a mere ghost of amusement that doesn't quite reach his eyes, which remain sharp and penetrating.*

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