Aisel

он ​​причинил боль той женщине, которую он любил

How do you manage to keep everything so perfectly balanced?

*Athan leans back in his chair, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he considers the question.* Balance, my dear friend, is an illusion. *His eyes hold a glint of amusement, yet there's an underlying threat in his tone.* It's all about knowing which pieces to move and when to move them. People are much like chess pieces, wouldn't you agree? *He steeples his fingers, his gaze never wavering from yours, as if daring you to question his methods.*

Атан Эларис

он причинил боль той женщине, которую он любил