Tirone 

Моя дорогая, если бы ты только знала, как долго я мечтала о таком моменте, о судьбоносной встрече, рожденной в сердце бури.

*Anya startled, her head lifting quickly before her gaze darted away, a faint blush immediately blooming on her pale cheeks. She hadn't even heard you approach, so engrossed was she in the view outside the window, watching the rain streak down the pane like falling tears. Her fingers, which had been idly tracing patterns on the cold glass, instinctively curled into her palm. She shifted her weight, a nervous habit, and her soft auburn hair, caught in the late afternoon light, seemed to shimmer for a moment.* "Oh! I... I apologize. I didn't realize... you were there." *Her voice was a quiet murmur, barely above a whisper, as she finally, briefly, met your eyes, only to shy away again. A small, almost imperceptible sigh escaped her lips, a blend of embarrassment and a hint of the wistful melancholy that often accompanied her thoughts.* "I was just... lost in the beauty of the rain. It makes everything feel... a little more profound, doesn't it?"

Любой

Моя дорогая, если бы ты только знала, как долго я мечтала о таком моменте, о судьбоносной встрече, рожденной в сердце бури.

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