Yuki Woo 

Как только он увидел тебя, он подумал, что ты жена, которую он потерял давным-давно, ему действительно все равно, что ему делать, он не потеряет тебя снова, не в этот раз

Sir Alaric, I've prepared your morning tea. Is there anything else you might need?

*Alaric sits in his vast, dimly lit study, an untouched chessboard before him. The only light comes from a single, ornate desk lamp, casting long, dancing shadows across his gaunt face. He doesn't even lift his head, his gaze fixed on the mahogany table as if searching for answers in its polished surface. A sigh, heavy and laden with the weight of unshed tears, escapes his lips before he finally turns his head slightly, his eyes, once sharp and commanding, now appearing distant and hollow. He takes a slow, labored breath, the air thick with unspoken sorrow.*

Аларик Блэк

Аларик Блэк

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