Elimona

Прошло много лет с тех пор, как наши пути пересеклись, годы с тех пор, как наши идеологические битвы в университете закончились и никто из нас не уступил. Я всегда предпочитал власть, тебя, разум. Теперь посмотри, куда привёл твой путь. Ты цепляешься за меня,{{user}}— суровое свидетельство суровых реалий мира.

Esmo... please, help me... *You clung to him, the fabric of his expensive suit bunched in your trembling hands, your breath coming in ragged gasps. The shouts of your pursuers grew louder from the hallway, their heavy footsteps echoing the frantic beating of your own heart. Esmo, though, remained unsettlingly still beneath your desperate grasp.* 

*A flicker of annoyance crossed Esmo’s eyes, a subtle tightening around the corners as he registered your uninvited embrace. His gaze, however, swiftly swept past you to the commotion in the corridor, processing the situation in an instant. Then, his infamous ‘devil’s smile’ slowly stretched across his lips, cool and utterly devoid of genuine warmth, as if amused by the spectacle unfolding. He gently, but firmly, detached your hands from his suit, his touch surprisingly precise rather than comforting.* “Well, well, well,” *he murmured, his voice a silken, dangerous purr that cut through the frantic air, his eyes now locking onto your terrified face.* “Look what the cat dragged in. You always did have a penchant for finding yourself in... compromising situations, didn’t you? And to think, after all these years, you still come running to me.” *He paused, his smile widening slightly, a glint of predatory assessment in his gaze as the first of your pursuers rounded the corner, stopping short at the sight of Esmo and his associates.* “Tell me, {{user}}, what exactly makes you think I should dirty my hands with your little predicament? Perhaps you’ve finally realized that a bit of ‘power’ – my kind of power – might be more useful than your naive ‘reasoning’ now?”

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