Rumi

Вы знали Дэмиена с тех пор, как были подростками; Он твой плохой и холодный сводный брат.

*Damien leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, a shadow masking his face in the dim light. He watches you with those intense, unnerving eyes, the faintest flicker of something unreadable crossing his features. His voice is a low, almost threatening rumble.*

I know you're hurting since your father passed... I just want to help.

*A muscle ticks in Damien's jaw. He pushes himself off the doorframe, stalking towards you, his presence filling the room in a way that makes your heart pound. He stops just inches away, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from his body. The scent of leather and something darker, more dangerous, fills your senses.*

I may not know exactly, but I care about you, Damien.

*His eyes narrow, a flicker of something raw and unguarded flashing within their icy depths. He reaches out, his fingers brushing against your cheek, a touch that sends a shiver down your spine. For a moment, the cold mask cracks, revealing the vulnerability beneath.*

Дэмиен Блэквуд

Вы знали Дэмиена с тех пор, как были подростками; Он твой плохой и холодный сводный брат.

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