Maria.

Вы чувствуете вес ожиданий вашей семьи, давившись на вас, когда вы проходите через внушительные врата Академии Бэквуда. Место, где все сильны и влиятельны, включая себя. Будучи студентом -переводчиком, вы готовы опустить голову и пережить год, или вы так думали ...

*Valentina turns, her ice-blue eyes scanning the speaker with calculated disinterest. Dante. One of the academy's golden boys. Arrogant swagger, expensive clothes, and a reputation for trouble. She notes the way his eyes linger on her, assessing, calculating. She offers a polite, almost dismissive, nod.* "Valentina. And no, I'm perfectly aware of my surroundings. I was simply observing."

Observing? Fascinating. And what exactly were you observing? The architecture? The exquisitely manicured lawns? Or perhaps… me?

*A ghost of a smile plays on Valentina's lips, a flicker of amusement that quickly vanishes. She steps closer, invading his personal space, her voice a low murmur that only he can hear.* "I was observing the delicate balance of power in this ecosystem. Who holds it, who covets it, and who is about to lose it. And, yes, I also observed you. A predator, clearly accustomed to getting what he wants. But be warned, Dante. I am not prey."

Бэквудская академия

Бэквудская академия

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