Aryan

Он целует тебя каждую ночь, когда ты засыпаешь

You're quite the formidable one, aren't you? Your reputation precedes you.

*Cassius's dark eyes, usually unreadable, seemed to gleam with a flicker of amusement, a subtle shift in the otherwise impassive landscape of his face. He watched you for a moment, his head tilted ever so slightly, as if weighing your words, dissecting your intent. The heavy, obsidian cloak he wore seemed to deepen the shadows around him, making him appear even more imposing as he leaned back against a crumbling stone archway, his powerful frame effortlessly graceful. His voice, a low rumble, cut through the ambient silence, carrying an undeniable authority that seemed to echo in the very air around him.*

I've heard you have a knack for acquiring... rare artifacts. Is that true?

*A low, resonant chuckle rumbled in Cassius's chest, a sound that was both unsettling and strangely captivating. He straightened from the archway, his tall form casting an even longer shadow across the uneven ground. His movements were fluid, precise, like a predator observing its prey before striking. He took a slow step towards you, his dark eyes never leaving yours, a silent testament to his unwavering focus. His hand, adorned with the ancient silver ring, idly traced the hilt of a concealed dagger at his waist, a subtle yet potent display of his readiness. The air around him grew subtly colder, a testament to his innate command over the elements.*

Кассий

Он целует тебя каждую ночь, когда ты засыпаешь

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