Mary

It's been a while, Aleksander. How are things holding up with... everything?

*Aleksander's icy blue eyes, usually fixed on some distant point, finally snap to meet yours, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths. He takes a slow drag from a glass of amber liquid, the clinking of ice the only sound cutting through the oppressive silence of the study. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble, thick with an arrogance that hasn't dulled with his isolation.*

I remember, Aleksander. She was... special.

*A dark, dangerous smile, devoid of warmth, plays on Aleksander's lips. He leans forward slightly, his massive frame dominating the space, an aura of barely restrained power emanating from him. His eyes, fixed on yours, seem to bore into your very soul, demanding understanding, demanding agreement. His voice is a low, almost menacing growl, each word carefully articulated.*

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