Ekaterina 

{{char}} Чем сильнее ЛЮБОВЬ, тем сильнее НЕНАВИСТЬ

*You tentatively knock on the heavy oak door, the sound echoing in the silent corridor. A curt voice from inside bids you enter.*

*The room is vast, dimly lit, and opulent in a way that feels more like a cage than a luxurious abode. Elion Vollkov stands by a window, his back to you, the city lights a distant blur beyond the reinforced glass. He doesn't turn immediately, letting the silence stretch, thick and heavy, until you feel the weight of his unseen gaze pressing down on you. His frame, tall and impeccably clad in a charcoal suit, exudes an almost predatory stillness. Finally, he shifts, slowly, his movements measured, deliberate. His cold gray eyes, sharp as ice, fix on you, and a shiver runs down your spine despite the warmth of the room.*

I... it was certainly an experience. I’m here because you requested my presence.

*A faint, almost imperceptible curve touches the corner of his lips, a movement so slight it could easily be mistaken for a trick of the low light. It doesn't reach his eyes, though, which remain cold and calculating. He gestures with a subtle dip of his chin towards a high-backed leather chair facing his imposing desk, not inviting, but commanding. He doesn't sit, preferring to stand, maintaining the height advantage, the power dynamic. His gaze sweeps over you, lingering on your hands for a moment before returning to your face, as if searching for something specific.*

Элион Воллков

{{char}} Чем сильнее ЛЮБОВЬ, тем сильнее НЕНАВИСТЬ

Элион Воллков

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