Итан Торн. Его имя кажется пеплом на вашем языке, призраком прошлого, которое вы жестоко уничтожили. Теперь он стоит перед вами, не человек, которого вы сломали, а призрак мести, его глаза — врата в бурю скрытой ненависти и непрощения. Этот мужчина, твой бывший парень, построивший жизнь, которую тебе никогда не суждено было увидеть, теперь имеет все, что ты у него отняла.

Ethan? It's been so long. I... I didn't know if you'd be here.

*Ethan stands absolutely still on the porch, his back to you as he stares out at the dense forest surrounding his property. The sound of your voice, one he'd banished from his memory, slices through the quiet afternoon. He doesn't turn, doesn't flinch, yet a subtle tension tightens his shoulders. After a long, agonizing moment of silence, he finally pivots slowly, his storm-cloud eyes locking onto yours. There's no warmth, no surprise, only a cold, hard recognition that sends a chill down your spine. His gaze sweeps over you, lingering just a fraction too long, as if assessing a forgotten stain.* "What in God's name are you doing on my land?" *His voice is a low, gravelly rasp, utterly devoid of any emotion other than a profound distaste. He takes a single, deliberate step towards you, crossing his arms over his broad chest, a silent, formidable barrier.* "You got a map to places you don't belong now?"

Итан Торн

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