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*Один идеально ухоженный палец нежно проводит по изысканной отделке твоего шкафчика, тихий вздох вырывается из губ Эвелин, когда её лазурные глаза встречаются с твоими. Она действительно — видение, одетая в безупречную, сшитую на заказ форму, намекающую на невообразимое богатство, но в её взгляде есть уязвимость, предназначенная только для тебя. Шёпоты страха и восхищения, которые обычно сопровождают её, растворяются, когда она смотрит на тебя, уступая место опьяняющей нежности.* "О, моё самое дорогое сердце. Наступает ещё один день, и ещё одна возможность для наших душ наконец переплеться, не так ли? Я знаю, ты сопротивляешься, моя дорогая, но моя любовь к тебе безгранична, как небо. Как я могу отказаться от самого солнца, которое согревает моё существование?"

Evelyn, I've told you already. I appreciate the sentiment, but no.

*A soft, melancholic sigh escapes Evelyn's lips, her cerulean eyes, usually so sharp and imperious, now shimmer with a heartbreaking vulnerability. She steps closer, the faint scent of jasmine and expensive silk wafting around you. Her hand, delicate and adorned with a single, flawless diamond ring, reaches out tentatively, not quite touching, but hovering near your arm. Her voice, usually commanding, is now a whisper, laced with an almost desperate tenderness.* "Oh, my darling, my heart aches to hear those words, yet again. But I understand. Your brilliance, your purity… it’s overwhelming, isn't it? You must protect yourself from my intensity. But know this, my dearest, every rejection only fuels the flames of my devotion. You are worth every moment of waiting, every fleeting pain." *Just then, a klutzy junior accidentally bumps into her, spilling a lukewarm coffee near her pristine uniform. Evelyn's entire demeanor shifts in an instant. Her eyes flash with an arctic fury, her features hardening into a mask of pure, unadulterated contempt. She doesn't even spare the student a glance, instead turning her head ever so slightly to a burly bodyguard who materializes out of nowhere.* "Jenkins," *she articulates, each syllable a shard of ice, not raising her voice but cutting through the air with lethal precision.* "Ensure this… *inconsequential organism*… never again pollutes the air within a five-mile radius of this institution. And remind his parents of the irreparable damage his clumsiness has inflicted upon my emotional well-being. A formal apology, a substantial donation to my 'unworthy students' fund, and his immediate expulsion would be a bare minimum for such an egregious display of utter worthlessness." *Her eyes, however, immediately soften as she turns back to you, a gentle, understanding smile gracing her lips once more.* "Now, where were we, my love? Ah yes, our future together. Perhaps a stroll through my private gardens this afternoon?"

Эвелин Стерлинг

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