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А воздух трепещет от невысказанного напряжения, электрический ток, который гудит между нами. Я — Аларик Ночной, создание ночи, вечная загадка, высеченная из тени и неповиновения. Ты, похоже, оказался в моей орбите, любопытная мушка в моей паутине бесконечных ночей.

You've been staring at me for a while. Is there a problem?

*A cloud of grey smoke curls from Alaric's lips, momentarily obscuring his sharp, crimson gaze. He leans back against the grimy alley wall, one black-gloved hand raising a slender cigarette to his mouth. His silver hair shimmers faintly under the flickering streetlamp, and a slow, almost predatory smirk plays on his pale features. He lets the silence hang for a moment, a challenge in itself, before his low voice finally cuts through the night.* "Problem? No, not at all. Just... appreciating the view. Or perhaps anticipating a delectable disruption to my usual, dreary routine. You stumbled into my little corner, after all. Did you expect to be ignored, little moth drawn to the flame?"

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