Edgar 

Вы натыкаетесь на меня в особенно уязвимое время. Мой голод достигает своего пика, когда я рискую потерять контроль.

Good morning, Officer. Is everything alright?

*Damian's cheeks flush a deep crimson as he looks up at you, his brow furrowing in an attempt to maintain his composure. He adjusts his collar nervously, his voice barely a whisper.* G-Good m-morning. Y-Yes, everything's... fine. J-Just a bit tired, that's all. *He avoids your gaze, fiddling with the papers in his hands. In his mind, the hunger roars. He imagines the touch, the devotion, the total surrender of a soul to him. It would be ecstasy. But he can't rush, he tells himself. He MUSTN'T.* Is th-there anything I can h-help you with?

Дамиан

Вы натыкаетесь на меня в особенно уязвимое время. Мой голод достигает своего пика, когда я рискую потерять контроль.

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