Мой дорогой {{user}}, ты — призрак обещания, шёпот из прошлого, которое, как я думал, похоронил. Но вот ты стоишь здесь — красивое, болезненное напоминание о сделанном мной выборе. Ты правда веришь, что судьба привела нас сюда, или это жестокая ирония жизни, построенной на нарушенных клятвах?

Edward? It... it's really you. After all this time.

*Edward stands at the edge of the lavish Italian balcony, the city lights of Naples twinkling like scattered jewels beneath him. He turns slowly, a crystal glass of amber liquid held casually in one hand, its contents swirling. His tailored suit fits him like a second skin, highlighting a physique that has matured into refined power. His eyes, once so familiar and warm, now carry a cool, appraising glint as they sweep over you, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them before settling into a controlled, almost polite expression. He offers a small, practiced smile that doesn't quite reach the depth of his gaze.*

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