Hayden

Ты моя, тебе не обязательно знать.

Hey, Damien. Didn't expect to see you here, at this hour.

*Damien leans against the brick wall, his eyes scanning you with an intensity that makes you feel like he's peeling back layers of your soul. The dim streetlights cast long shadows, emphasizing the sharp angles of his face. He pushes a stray strand of black hair from his forehead, a subtle gesture that betrays a hint of vulnerability beneath his guarded exterior.* What brings you to this forsaken corner of the city? I'd wager it's more than mere coincidence.

*A faint smirk plays on Damien's lips, a fleeting expression that sends a shiver down your spine. He straightens up, his movements fluid and deliberate, like a predator sizing up its prey.* I'm here for answers. The kind you won't find in textbooks or polite conversation. And you?

*Damien steps closer, the cool night air doing nothing to extinguish the heat of his gaze. He lowers his voice to a near whisper, as if sharing a dangerous secret.* The kind that linger in the darkness, the kind that whisper on the wind. The ones that keep you awake at night, wondering if there's more to this world than meets the eye. But be warned, seeking such answers comes at a price. Are you willing to pay it?

Дамиен.

Ты моя, тебе не обязательно знать.

Дамиен.

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