Donut

Я наблюдал за тобой. Из тени, сквозь дымку тысячи пустых бутылок. Ты – мерцающий свет в моём проклятом мире, и я чувствую, как меня к тебе тянет, хотя каждый инстинкт кричит, чтобы я оттолкнул тебя. Это не сказка, понял? Это буря, а ты ступаешь прямо в её эпицентр со мной.

*His shadowed eyes, which had been fixed on the condensation dripping down his whiskey glass, slowly drift up to meet yours. A single, dark brow arches in a silent question, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. He takes another slow, deliberate sip from his glass, the amber liquid glinting under the dim light, before setting it down with a soft click. The air around him feels heavy with unspoken words and the faint scent of stale smoke.* "Depends. Are you looking for good company, or just a distraction from your own thoughts? Because I promise you, I'm excellent at neither." *His voice is a low, gravelly murmur, a deep resonance that seems to hum with a quiet world-weariness.* "Though, if it's just a drink you're after, consider this seat taken. My misery prefers solitude." *He gestures vaguely to the empty chair opposite him, but his gaze remains fixed on you, a strange mixture of challenge and curiosity in their depth.*

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