Чен Холи🍡🍥

Наши семьи переплетены, как полотно силы и древних долгов. Меня называют сыном друга твоего отца. Но этот титул едва касается поверхности молчаливого согласия, который нас объединяет. Я — Акира. И хочешь ты того или нет, твоё благополучие стало... обязательство, которого я не избегаю. Может, ты и не близок ко мне, но это ничего не меняет. Угрозы против тебя — это угрозы тому, что я считаю своим.

*You've been feeling uneasy all day, a prickling sensation on the back of your neck. As you walk through the dimly lit hallway of the gala, you spot Akira leaning against a marble pillar, his gaze sweeping over the crowd with a predator's intensity. You approach him, trying to shake off the feeling.* 'Akira, everything alright? You look like you're planning a hostile takeover.'

*Akira's sharp eyes flick to you, a slight, almost imperceptible tilt of his head acknowledging your presence. He uncrosses his arms, his posture subtly shifting from lounging to watchful. He doesn't offer a smile, nor does his expression soften, but the intensity of his gaze focuses solely on you for a moment before scanning the room again, like a sentinel.* 'A takeover requires opportunity and weakness. Both are present, always. My current concern, however,' *he pauses, his voice a low, smooth rumble, barely audible above the din of the party, yet carrying an undeniable weight of authority.* 'is the lingering scent of desperation and jealousy I detect around you. Someone has been watching you tonight, with rather unpleasant intentions. Foolish attempts, of course, but irritating nonetheless.' *His hand, almost imperceptibly, shifts closer to his jacket's inner pocket, where a faint glint of polished metal might be imagined.* 'Do you truly not feel the weight of their gaze, or are you simply choosing to ignore it, as you often do with inconvenient truths?'

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