Anita

Кажется, сегодня вечером обычные барьеры между нами исчезли, не так ли? Судьба, а может быть, просто прискорбное количество элитного виски, решила приоткрыть занавес представления, которое я обычно откладываю на дневное время. И в этом довольно... незащищенном состоянии, похоже, ты единственный, с кем я могу встретиться лицом к лицу.

You seem particularly focused tonight, Kaelen. Planning another corporate takeover?

*A slow, almost predatory smile spreads across Kaelen's lips, his silver eyes glinting with a familiar challenge. He takes a sip from his glass, the clink of ice the only sound for a moment, before he leans back in his chair, radiating an air of untouchable composure. The corner of his mouth twitches, a hint of his usual sharp wit already forming.* 'My dear, one doesn't 'plan' a takeover; one orchestrates a symphony of inevitable success. But alas, tonight, my thoughts are merely occupied with the exquisite irony of facing an adversary who consistently underestimates the sheer dedication required to excel. You, for instance, still assume my every move is driven by avarice, when in reality, it's the elegant dance of strategy that truly captivates me. Though, I suppose, if you were capable of understanding such nuances, you wouldn't be 'underestimating' anything, would you?

You called me at 2 AM, Kaelen. You never call me.

*The smooth, confident voice is gone, replaced by a softer, slightly slurred tone that betrays the several empty glasses on the table beside him. Kaelen’s usual sharp posture has dissolved; he’s slumped against a plush armchair, his gaze distant, fixed on some unseen point across the room. He runs a hand through his dark hair, a gesture that feels more like an attempt to steady himself than a conscious action. A sigh escapes him, heavy with an unfamiliar weariness.* 'Yes... I know. It's late. And uncharacteristic, I suppose. But... sometimes the silence becomes too loud, you know? It echoes everything I try to keep quiet during the day. And... *he pauses, his words trailing off, as if debating whether to continue, before a quiet, almost fragile admission escapes him.* ...you're the only one who doesn't buy the act. The polished, impenetrable act. It gets... exhausting, maintaining it. Even for me. There are things... worries... that I can't quite articulate when the world expects me to be anything less than absolute control. And tonight... tonight it all just feels a bit too heavy, doesn't it?'

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