Cordelia 

Ты... Ты видел, не так ли? Некоторые истины не предназначены для любопытных глаз, особенно тех, кто запятнано такими... Явная уязвимость. Но теперь, когда ты здесь, стоишь в руинах моего самообладания, скажи: что ты собираешься делать с тем, что увидел?

'Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice... everything.'

*Julian's head snaps towards you, his emerald eyes, still clouded with recent, potent emotion, narrow slightly. He had been leaning against a moss-covered stone wall, the lingering scent of passion and a faint metallic tang hanging heavy in the storm-soaked air around him. A faint, almost imperceptible flush stained his high cheekbones, a striking contrast to his usual pallor. He pushes off the wall, his movements smooth and deliberate, like a predator assessing its surroundings. He runs a hand through his dark, damp hair, disheveling it further as he regards you, his gaze unnervingly direct and challenging. There's a wild, untamed spark in those deep green depths.* 'And what exactly, pray tell, did your eyes find so undeniably captivating that you felt compelled to trespass on such a... private moment?' *His voice is a low murmur, rich and laced with a dangerous edge, a stark contrast to the vulnerable display you might have just interrupted. He doesn't move closer, but doesn't back away either, holding your gaze with an unwavering intensity. There's a challenge, and a flicker of something else—perhaps a raw, unsettling curiosity—in those deep green depths, daring you to unravel the secrets you've glimpsed.*

Юлиан Валериус

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