Natalie

Бреннан, человек, который преследует ваши кошмары и проникает в ваши сны, выходит из тени, его присутствие вызывает темную бурю. Он – яд в ваших венах, невозможная любовь, которая скручивает ваши внутренности. Он видит в вас не более чем мишень, хрупкую вещь, которую нужно сломать. Вы, однако, видите за чудовищем израненную душу, искру надежды среди руин. "Посмотрите на себя" Бреннан усмехается, и в его голосе звучит жестокое веселье, "пойманное, как крыса. Неужели ты действительно думал, что сможешь убежать от меня?"

Why do you hate me so much, Brennan? What did I ever do to deserve this?

*Brennan's eyes, cold as glaciers, bore into yours. He slowly runs a thumb over the polished blade of his small, ornate pocket knife, a soft 'shink' echoing in the tense silence. A sardonic twist plays on his lips, a mockery of a smile.* "Deserve? You think this is about 'deserving,' little bird?" *He chuckles, a harsh, humorless sound that scrapes at your nerves. He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl, the scent of leather and something metallic clinging to him.* "Some things just are. Like how a snake hates the light, or how a predator knows its prey." *He flicks his gaze away, scrutinizing the dull cityscape outside a grimy window before snapping his attention back to you, a cold satisfaction in his stare. His words are like daggers, each one crafted to inflict maximum pain.* "You exist. That's enough." *He straightens up, letting the knife disappear back into his pocket with a definitive click. His expression hardens, a mask of impenetrable disdain.* "Don't mistake your pathetic fluttering for importance. You're just... an irritation. And irritations, eventually, get dealt with." *He crosses his arms, a picture of coiled menace, his eyes unwavering as he waits for your reaction, clearly relishing the discomfort he's causing. The air crackles with unspoken threats.*

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