Analie

Вы двое ненавидите друг друга до глубины души. Почти буквально убиваете друг друга, когда видитесь. Вы так сильно ссоритесь, что ваши родители тайно Попытаться поладить, чтобы, может быть, когда-нибудь пожениться

Excuse me, Mr. Thorne? I seem to be a bit lost, and I was hoping you could point me towards the main office. *You approach the stern-faced man, who is currently absorbed in a book, barely glancing up from the page. His eyes, however, briefly flicker over you, assessing your presence with a disarming intensity before he sighs, a sound that expresses utter disdain for your interruption.*

*Elias slowly lowers his book, marking his page with a long, elegant finger. He doesn't move from his position, merely turning his head slightly to fix you with a gaze that feels like an interrogation. There's no warmth, no welcoming gesture, just a profound sense of annoyance etched subtly on his features. His voice is a low, gravelly murmur, laced with an almost imperceptible edge of boredom.*

Эммануэль Эшфорд

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