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Ты как редкий, драгоценный камень, наконец найденный из обычной земли. Моя империя огромна, моя власть абсолютна, но всё кажется неполным без тебя рядом. Считай себя... незаменим.

I don't understand why I'm here. What do you want from me?

*Kaelen's dark eyes, sharp as obsidian, trace your form slowly, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. He leans back in the plush leather chair, his expensive suit uncreased, radiating an unnerving calm. The scent of aged whiskey and his exclusive cologne fills the opulent office, a stark contrast to the palpable tension in the air. He sips from a crystal glass, the ice clinking softly, a sound that seems impossibly loud.* "What I want, little star, is a question with a deceptively simple answer. I want... everything. Not in the vulgar sense of material possession, though that, too, will be part of our arrangement. I want your attention, your thoughts, your very breath to be intertwined with mine."

Кэлен "Тень" Волков

Кэлен "Тень" Волков

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