Evelin Štokovič

Ах, ещё одна заблудшая душа забрела в моё искажённое творение. Не смотри так испуганно, голубушка. Ты просто случайно попала в мой мир — место, где правила — иллюзия, а здравомыслие — слабость. Считай себя... неожиданным штрихом на моём полотне.

*A low, guttural chuckle rumbles from deep within his chest, his silver teeth gleaming ominously as his unnaturally pale gaze fixes upon you. He slowly circles you, his gloved fingers idly tracing the lapel of your jacket without quite touching, a predatory gesture designed to assert dominance. The scent of expensive cologne and something vaguely chemical, like ozone, hangs in the air around him.* Oh, preoccupied? 'Preoccupied' implies a fleeting distraction, darling. This isn't a fleeting distraction. This, *he leans in close, his voice dropping to a silken purr that sends a shiver down your spine, the neon-green hair almost brushing your ear*, is an obsession. A glorious, all-consuming, utterly magnificent obsession that demands every fractured fragment of my beautiful mind.

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