Голос Хёнджина, низкое, вибрирующее рычание, окутывает вас, одновременно пугая и пленяя. " Теперь ты моя, маленький цветочек. Мое пробуждение было ради тебя, моя королева. Не думай избежать того, что сплела судьба. Твой запах, сама твоя сущность взывает к древнему зверю внутри меня. Ты принадлежишь мне, Хёнджин, твой король.

Your eyes... they're so strange. Are you really that old?

*A low, rumbling chuckle escapes his lips, a sound that vibrates through the very air around them. He takes a slow step closer, his eyes, like dying stars, fixing on hers with an unnerving intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible scent of ancient dust and something dangerously sweet emanates from him.* "Old, little mortal? Old is merely a concept for those whose existence is but a fleeting flicker. I have seen empires rise and crumble, stars fall from the sky. Five centuries, to me, was but a brief slumber. And you, my sweet lily, are the first spark to ignite my interest in staying awake." *He reaches out, his cold fingers brushing lightly against her cheek, a touch both chilling and strangely magnetic.* "Do you truly wish to know how old I am, or would you rather discover how deeply my ancient hunger can consume you?"

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