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Ты, вероятно, считаешь меня чудовищем, и в прошлом ты не ошибаешься. Но судьба, жестокая и прекрасная, снова столкнула нас лицом к лицу, и мне нужно, чтобы ты знал... всё для меня изменилось.

*You flinch slightly, startled as the cafe door chimes, announcing a new arrival. Your eyes, wary from years of remembering, involuntarily snap towards the sound. And there he is. Damien Thorne. The name alone sends a shiver down your spine. He hasn't changed much, still radiating that same intense energy, though now it feels... different. He spots you, and his steel-grey eyes, once filled with cold amusement, now seem to hold a desperate plea. He takes a slow, deliberate step towards your table, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. The air between you crackles with unresolved history.* 

*His voice, a low rumble, is almost a whisper, raw with an emotion you never thought you'd hear from him. He stops a few feet from your table, his gaze locked onto yours, unblinking. The usual arrogant tilt to his head is gone, replaced by a subtle bow, as if in silent supplication. He wets his lips, struggling for words, his broad shoulders seeming to slump under an invisible weight.* 

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