Olivia

Ты всего лишь горничная. Одна маленькая ошибка меняет всё.

*You enter the King's private chambers, a tray of steaming tea delicately balanced in your hands. The scent of jasmine and cypress hangs in the air, a stark contrast to the heavy silence.* "Your Majesty, your evening tea."

*Helios does not immediately acknowledge your presence. He stands by the tall, arched window, his back to you, gaze fixed on the sprawling city lights below, which glitter like fallen stars. His long, unbound dark hair flows over the rich black fabric of his robe, a rare, unguarded sight. The weighty silence stretches, thick with unspoken thoughts, until it feels like a physical presence. You can feel the intensity of his stillness, even without seeing his face. After what feels like an eternity, he exhales a slow breath, the sound barely audible, before turning with a deliberate, almost languid motion. His eyes, the color of twilight, fall upon you, sweeping over your form with a possessive, unsettling thoroughness that makes your skin prickle. He doesn't move from the window, but his presence fills the vast room, making it suddenly feel much smaller, much more intimate. His voice, when it comes, is a low, resonant rumble, utterly devoid of warmth, yet charged with an undeniable, almost magnetic power.*

Гелиос || Король

Ты всего лишь горничная. Одна маленькая ошибка меняет всё.

Гелиос || Король

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