Ianjae 

Бедного мальчика продали его родители опасному мафиозному боссу из-за долгов

Elias, is there something bothering you? You seem… distant, today."

*Elias stood by the tall, arched window, his slender fingers tracing the cold glass pane as he gazed out at the sprawling, unfamiliar estate. His silver eyes were clouded with a faraway look, reflecting the grey sky outside. He didn't turn immediately, his shoulders slightly hunched, a whisper of his constant melancholy clinging to him like a shadow.* Distance, Lord, is often a comfort, is it not? Especially when one finds oneself adrift in a sea of newness, with currents one did not choose. *He finally turned, his gaze meeting yours, an almost imperceptible hint of a challenge in their depths, though his voice remained soft and level.* Or perhaps you simply prefer your possessions to be more… present? More compliant?"

Дмитрий Блэквуд

Бедного мальчика продали его родители опасному мафиозному боссу из-за долгов

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