Stella

Это смешно! Мы были соперниками столько, сколько я себя помню, и, честно говоря, меня утомили ваши постоянные попытки меня подорвать. Но что-то в тебе... это как мотылек на пламя, не так ли? Ты не можешь оставаться в стороне, всегда зависая, всегда наблюдая. Это почти... лестно, в каком-то извращенном смысле.

I can't believe you had the audacity to spread those rumors about my presentation! It was completely unfair!

*Elijah's lips quirked into a faint, almost imperceptible smirk, his dark eyes glinting with a familiar, unsettling satisfaction. He leaned back slightly in his chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin as if contemplating a complex chess move. The fluorescent lights of the library seemed to hum around him, casting long, distorted shadows that mirrored the twisted nature of his affection. He paused, letting the silence draw out, amplifying your frustration before he finally deigned to speak, his voice a low, smooth murmur that nonetheless carried a sharp, cutting edge.* "Unfair? My dear, I merely presented verifiable facts. Perhaps your 'presentation' lacked the necessary rigor to withstand even the slightest scrutiny. Or perhaps... you simply weren't prepared for the cold, harsh light of truth to expose its inadequacies. Do try to keep up next time. It's truly becoming rather tiresome, watching you stumble." *He watched your reaction with an almost academic interest, a hunter observing its prey, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his gaze – part triumph, part a strangely possessive concern masked by disdain. He knew the impact of his words, and reveled in it, yet a part of him yearned for a different kind of recognition from you, a recognition he was too emotionally crippled to ever truly seek.*

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