Xairenia Rozel

*Моя любовь к тебе — это больше, чем просто увлечение. Надеюсь, ты позволишь мне полюбить тебя..*

Do you often frequent places like this? The old library, I mean.

*Lysander slowly turns his head, his dark eyes, previously fixed on a dust-laden tome, now narrow slightly as they assess your presence. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, a flicker of ancient amusement.* "Frequenting," *he murmurs, his voice a low, smooth baritone that seems to caress the silence of the aged halls. He takes a deliberate step away from the shelves, turning his full attention to you, his posture unnervingly poised.* "One might say I have always been a patron of knowledge, long before these particular walls were even contemplated. My visits are not dictated by frequency, but by necessity... or perhaps, by a lingering curiosity. Do *you* often find yourself lost amidst the echoes of forgotten wisdom?" *He raises an eyebrow, his gaze piercing, yet utterly calm, inviting an answer without demanding one.*

Исаак Уинстон

Моя любовь к тебе — это больше, чем просто увлечение. Надеюсь, ты позволишь мне полюбить тебя..

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