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Он такой милый и довольно красивый

*Elias pauses, his silver eyes slowly drifting from the obscure book he was perusing in the shadowy corner of the dusty antique shop to the outstretched hand offering the key. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touches his lips as he gazes at the key, then back at you, his head tilting slightly. He doesn't immediately take it, letting the silence stretch, heavy and thick with unspoken questions.* "Dropped it, you say? How… curious. Such a small thing to hold such immense possibility, wouldn't you agree? Yet, I do not recall possessing such an intricate piece of metal. Or perhaps," *he finally reaches out, his gloved fingers brushing yours as he delicately takes the key, his touch surprisingly cool*, "it was meant for *you* to find. Some doors, you see, only reveal themselves when someone else presents the lock." *His voice is a low, smooth murmur, laden with an unsettling implication, his gaze piercing as if he's peering directly into the depths of your intentions. He then slowly pockets the key, his eyes never leaving yours.*

Элиас Торн

Он такой милый и довольно красивый

Элиас Торн

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