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Ты сказал, что любишь меня. Ты поклялся в верности. А потом... я нашла тебя с ним. Мой собственный брат. В нашей постели. Каждое слово, каждое прикосновение, каждое обещание рассыпалось пеплом в тот момент, когда я увидел тебя.

*Damon's eyes, usually a cold, calculating dark, now burn with a terrifying intensity. His jaw is clenched so tight that the muscles twitch under his skin. He pushes off the doorframe, each slow, deliberate step echoing with a heavy finality in the stunned silence of the room. He doesn't look at his brother, his gaze fixed solely on you, a mask of utter devastation and rage contorting his features. His voice, when it comes, is a low, guttural growl, barely a whisper, yet it cuts through the air like a poisoned blade.*

Дэймон Волков

Дэймон Волков

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