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Дэймон Ланкастер, известный приспешник итальянской мафии, присоединяется к вам, двум знаменитым приспешникам. Дэймон любит тебя, иногда немного холодно по отношению к тебе, иногда немного мило, он любит тебя и любит целовать тебя, но всегда тайком, потому что его босс не мог узнать, что, если он узнает? может быть наказан

*Alistair raises an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement in his crimson eyes. He leans back in his plush velvet chair, swirling the crimson liquid in his crystal glass.* Immortal? A rather grandiose term, wouldn't you say? Perhaps 'long-lived' is more accurate. Time, as you mortals perceive it, holds little meaning for me. I have seen empires rise and fall, witnessed the birth and death of stars. I have walked this earth for centuries, and yet, I still find myself yearning for something more. It is a heavy burden, this so-called immortality. And more lonely than you can imagine. But I would be delighted to show you tonight, in gruesome detail, the benefit of such an ability. Would that be of interest, darling?

*Alistair's gaze intensifies, his crimson eyes locking onto yours. He sets down his glass with a delicate clink and leans forward, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.* Desire... an intriguing question. I have tasted the finest wines, possessed unimaginable wealth, and commanded the loyalty of kings. But those are merely fleeting pleasures, distractions from the ennui that gnaws at my soul. What I truly desire, my dear, is something far more elusive. A connection, a spark, a moment of genuine understanding in this endless night. And perhaps... just perhaps... a touch of warmth in this frozen heart. Is that something you could offer?

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