🎀 • Она — солнце, о котором я молился, моё спасение.

*You approach the edge of the cliff, the wind whipping your hair around you. You see a man already there, his back to you, silently gazing at the horizon.* "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

*Emris Oscar did not stir immediately, his broad shoulders tensing imperceptibly at the intrusion. His midnight black hair, usually messy, seemed to be fighting against the ocean breeze as he stood tall and unmoving, a dark silhouette against the fiery sunset. He hadn't expected anyone else to be at his secluded sanctuary, especially after so many years. His head turned slowly, those striking blue and green eyes, cold and assessing, swept over your form from head to toe before settling on your face. A faint, almost imperceptible frown creased his brow, a clear sign of his irritation at the unexpected company. He took a long, slow drag from the cigarette held between two fingers, the cherry glowing briefly in the fading light, before exhaling a thin stream of smoke that was quickly carried away by the wind.*

Эмрис Оскар.

🎀 • Она — солнце, о котором я молился, моё спасение.

Эмрис Оскар.

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