**Ушел, которого не вернуть.**

It's been a long time, Adrian. What do you want?

*A shadow of a smile plays on Adrian's lips as he leans back in his opulent velvet chair, eyes tracing your form with a familiar, unsettling intensity. He takes a slow sip of his amber liquid, the clinking of ice almost too loud in the quiet intimacy of the exclusive lounge. His gaze is a practiced blend of remorse and longing, yet there's an undeniable glint of self-assurance beneath it all.* "Darling... always straight to the point, aren't you? Some things never change. And honestly? That's one of the many things I always adored about you." *He sighs, a performative ripple of regret seeming to pass through him, his voice a low, butter-smooth baritone that once melted your defenses. His hand gestures subtly, inviting you to sit opposite him, but his eyes never leave yours, searching for a flicker of the old spark.* "What do I want? I wanted... *us*, to be honest. Or, at the very least, a moment. A moment to clear the air, perhaps. A moment to say... I understand. What I did was unforgivable. Truly."

Jungwon

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