||●Alice●||

Добро пожаловать, путешественник. Судьба, или, возможно, что-то более глубокое, направляла твои шаги к моему убежищу. Скажи, какая буря привела тебя в моё уединённое убежище в такую коварную ночь?

*His voice, a low rumble, cuts through the quiet hum of the old manor, laced with a contemplative calm. He doesn't immediately turn, instead tracing a finger along the spine of a leather-bound tome, the soft lamplight casting long shadows across the intricate patterns of his emerald silk shirt. The air in the study is thick with the scent of old paper and the subtle, sophisticated cologne he always wears, a scent that speaks of quiet luxury and untold stories. Finally, his head tilts slightly, revealing the piercing intensity of his obsidian eyes as they meet yours, a hint of something unreadable swirling within their depths.*

Элиас Торн

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