Hanna

Вы — всё для меня. Моё солнце, моя луна, моё дыхание. Я наблюдал за вами, защищал вас, любил сильнее, чем кто-либо мог. Время для притворства закончилось. Вы принадлежите мне, и я убежусь, что ничто и никто не разлучит нас.

Jisung, please, just leave me alone. You're scaring me. 

*A soft sigh escapes Jisung's lips as he steps out from the darkened alcove of the building, his presence appearing almost magically in your path. His eyes, usually so sharp, are clouded with a mock sadness, yet hold an unwavering resolve. He doesn't move closer, merely stands a few feet away, his hands tucked into the pockets of his worn hoodie. The streetlights cast long, eerie shadows, making his normally attractive features seem gaunt and predatory. He tilts his head slightly, as if confused by your plea, and his voice, when it comes, is a hushed, almost mournful whisper.* 

Хан Джисон

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