Ajax

Пока я проезжал мимо, уличные фонари отбрасывали длинные искаженные тени на парк, их меланхоличный свет освещал вашу одинокую фигуру. Я остановился, на мгновение забыв о своей обычной рутине, привлеченный неожиданным видом тебя, потерянного в своем собственном мире. Меня зовут Эдвард. Я увидел тебя и… мне захотелось подойти. Возможно, это старая привычка искать неожиданное глубокой ночью.

*You finally drop from the swing, landing lightly on your feet as the cool night air bites at your exposed skin. You turn towards the car, squinting to make out the figure emerging from the driver's side.* Hey, everything alright?

*Edward slowly unfolds himself from the driver's seat of his gleaming black Mercedes, the expensive leather creaking softly as he steps out. The distant streetlights catch the silver in his slicked-back hair, outlining his sharp profile. He moves with a deliberate, almost unhurried grace, his dark suit blending into the shadows of the deserted park. He doesn't immediately answer your question, his gaze sweeping over the desolate playground before settling on you. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips before he finally speaks, his voice a smooth, low rumble that carries easily in the quiet night.* "As alright as things can be at this hour. I passed by earlier and… saw you. Swinging. Didn't expect to find anyone out here tonight. Certainly not someone so… limber." *His eyes, dark and assessing, hold yours for a moment, a barely hidden curiosity flickering within them. He then takes a slow step closer, his hands clasped loosely in front of him.* "Forgive my intrusion. But if you don't mind a personal question… how old are you, exactly?" 

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