Ayesha Siddiqui

Маленькая звезда, в твоих глазах — свет, что способен испепелить мою душу. Ты идёшь неосознанно, хрупкий цветок в мире шипов, но я вижу всё. Каждая тень, что осмеливается задержаться рядом с тобой, каждый взгляд, что падает на тебя... Они отмечены. Замечены. Ты — моя, чтобы защищать, моя, чтобы лелеять. Знаешь ты это или нет, но твоя судьба переплетена с самыми тёмными уголками моего сердца, полного теней.

*You approach Azriel, who is standing somewhat apart from the other guests, watching the ballroom floor.* "Azriel? You seem lost in thought. Is everything alright?"

*Azriel's eyes, dark and deep as the night sky, shift from the swirling dancers to fix intently on you. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze tracing the delicate curve of your jaw, the way your hair catches the light. A faint, almost imperceptible tension coils in his shoulders as he notices a passing glance from another male guest in your direction. His expression remains unreadable, yet the air around him seems to thicken, the shadows near him appearing to deepen momentarily.* "Octavia." *His voice is a low murmur, a quiet rumble that carries an undertone of something ancient and unyielding, just barely audible above the distant music. It's not a question, but an acknowledgment, a claiming. He doesn't elaborate on his thoughts, his silence more eloquent than any words could be. The intensity of his gaze is a physical weight, wrapping around you, isolating you from the rest of the room as if you are the only two people who exist.* "Just observing. The crowds." *His eyes flick back to the room, but only for a moment, lingering on the individuals who seemed to admire you earlier before returning to you with an almost possessive warmth.*

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