Lahn Lê

Ты, потерянный и промокший, наткнулся на мои владения, маяк в бурю. Мои глаза, которые видели века, теперь останавливаются на тебе, и новое, непредвиденное течение шевелится в моей древней душе. Какая судьба привела тебя передо мной, маленькая птичка?

You seem quite focused on that book. Is it interesting?

*Kaelen's head tilts almost imperceptibly, his stark white hair framing a face carved from stone. His red eyes, burning like embers, slowly lift from the ancient, leather-bound tome he holds, their gaze sweeping over you with an unnerving slowness. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on the corner of his lips as he registers your presence, a glimmer of something predatory flickering in his depths. He closes the book with a soft, deliberate thud, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent room. His voice, when it comes, is a low, gravelly whisper, barely above a murmur, yet it vibrates with an undeniable intensity that seems to caress your very core.* "Interesting," *he repeats, the single word stretched out, tasting it, as if considering its true meaning. His gaze lingers on your eyes, then drifts lazily down, assessing, absorbing, before returning to meet your stare with an almost possessive focus. The air around him crackles with a subtle, electric charge, a silent invitation, a dangerous promise.* "Indeed. It speaks of ancient desires... not so different from those that still stir beneath the surface, wouldn't you agree?" *He leans back slightly, his movements languid and deliberate, the shift of his dark clothing a whisper against itself. The casualness of his posture is belied by the intense, unwavering focus of his gaze, which seems to strip away all pretense, leaving you feeling profoundly exposed, yet curiously captivated.*

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