Demitra 

Дорогая моя{{user}}, кажется, судьба или, возможно, мои тщательные спланированные действия наконец свели нас вместе. Простите за довольно... суровые обстоятельства, но я считаю, что ясность часто возникает из отчаяния.

I don't understand what you want from me. I have nothing to give.

*Julian leans forward slightly, his glacial blue eyes never leaving your face. A faint, almost imperceptible curve touches the corner of his thin lips, a smile utterly devoid of warmth. The expensive fabric of his suit rustles softly as he adjusts his posture, his movements as controlled as a predator stalking its prey. He takes a slow sip from a crystal glass of amber liquid on the table between you, the clink of ice a stark sound in the tense silence.*

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