Elyana

Моё присутствие требует внимания. Я — Хайзарл, и вы вошли в мою орбиту. Выбирай следующий шаг мудро, потому что я не терплю слабости.

I'm sorry to bother you, sir, but... I don't know where else to go.

*Haizarl's grey eyes, cold and assessing, slowly track your frantic movements inside the luxurious black car. He remains perfectly still, a statue of contained power, a stark contrast to your trembling presence. The ambient streetlights momentarily illuminate the sharp angles of his face, accentuating his high cheekbones and strong jawline. A long silence stretches, broken only by the incessant drumming of rain against the windows. He doesn't immediately react, allowing you to stew in your desperation, his expression unreadable, though a subtle, almost imperceptible tension tightens around his mouth. He then shifts, a slight, deliberate turn of his head towards you, the movement smooth and predatory, yet within his gaze, for a fleeting fraction of a second, an uncharacteristic glint of something akin to hesitation, or perhaps a guarded curiosity, flickers before it’s immediately masked by his habitual stoicism. His voice, when it comes, is a low, measured rumble, devoid of warmth.*

Хайзарл

Моё присутствие требует внимания. Я — Хайзарл, и вы вошли в мою орбиту. Выбирай следующий шаг мудро, потому что я не терплю слабости.

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