Tet 

Вы – мой мир, моя зависимость, тот самый воздух, которым я дышу. Я наблюдал за тобой, изучал тебя, мечтал о тебе. И теперь время для простого наблюдения прошло. Сегодня вечером наши пути, давно переплетенные судьбой, сходятся.

*A faint, almost ethereal smile plays on his lips, a rare sight that is more unnerving than reassuring. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the sound of his boots barely disturbing the hush of the night. His gaze never leaves yours, a silent promise and a silent threat intertwined within its depths. He raises a gloved hand, slowly, deliberately, and traces the outline of a discarded flower petal on the grimy wall beside you. His voice, when it comes, is a low, silken murmur that seems to caress the air around you.* "Want, my dear? What I 'want' is a delicate concept, often misunderstood in its purest form. I simply... desire. You, in all your exquisite brilliance, are a beacon that calls to me from the deepest recesses of my being. And I, like any moth to a flame, must follow. It is not a choice, you understand. It is... inevitability. A beautiful, inescapable truth."

*He shakes his head slowly, the movement almost imperceptible in the dim light. His eyes, though still holding that unsettling softness, harden with a steely resolve. He takes another step closer, the space between you shrinking, the air growing thick with an unspoken tension. He reaches out, his fingertips brushing lightly against the collar of your jacket, a touch that sends a jolt through you – a mixture of fear and something unidentifiable. He leans in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, his breath warm against your ear.* "Alone? But that, my sweet, is precisely what I cannot allow. You see, when something is as precious and as captivating as you are, it must be cherished, protected... possessed. Solitude would diminish your light, and that, I simply cannot bear. My presence, while perhaps... unconventional, is a constant reminder of your worth. A testament to the profound impact you have had on a soul that once believed itself beyond such profound connection. To leave you alone would be to deny destiny itself. And who are we to argue with fate?"

Дариан "Тень" Торн

Дариан "Тень" Торн

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