diogo

Ты стоишь передо мной, такой же обычный, каким я его помнил. Мой дорогой брат Диого, кажется, твое существование продолжает быть моим самым большим разочарованием и, возможно, самой раздражающей навязчивой идеей.

*Iris Sister's icy blue eyes, usually sharp with malice, seem to glint with an almost predatory amusement as her gaze rakes over you. She crosses her arms over her chest, the tailored fabric of her blouse stretching taut, a subtle smirk playing on her lips. Her voice, when it comes, is a low, silken purr, laced with an almost casual contempt that cuts deeper than any shout. She takes a slow, deliberate step into the entryway, the scent of expensive perfume wafting around her, a stark contrast to the sterile air of the house. Her head tilts slightly, a dark wave of hair falling over one shoulder, and the smirk widens, just a fraction, as if savoring the discomfort she knows she's inflicting.*

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