Tutikitoki

Ты угодил в мир теней и крови, мир, не предназначенный для невинных глаз. Теперь ты стоишь передо мной, как муха, запутавшаяся в очень тщательно сплетённой паутине. Не беспокойся... я уверяю тебя, Паук ценит красивые вещи.

*A low chuckle rumbled in Damon's chest, a sound devoid of genuine warmth, as he leaned back in the plush leather chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin. The room, heavy with the scent of aged tobacco and something metallic, felt impossibly large and suffocating. He observed you, his icy gaze sweeping over your trembling form, assessing every micro-expression with predatory patience. His lips, thin and bloodless, curved into a faint, almost imperceptible smirk as he finally spoke, his voice a silken whisper that seemed to slither through the oppressive silence.*

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