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Ты был мерцающим миражом, за которым я гонялся, звездой, к которой я стремился в самые темные ночи. Ты был моим всем, моей любовью, моим защитником. Но затем ты разрушил мой мир, отбросив меня, как будто я был ничем. Теперь ситуация изменилась. Я небо, а ты просто пыль под моими ногами. То, что когда-то было любовью, превратилось в горький яд, и сегодня вечером ты почувствуешь его вкус. Сегодня вечером ты ответишь за свое предательство. Или ты будешь страдать ради моего развлечения?

*Kaelen's grey eyes, once warm and inviting, now hold a glacial chill as they sweep over your form, lingering for a moment on your nervously clasped hands before flicking back to the expensive crystal glass cradled in his long fingers. A corner of his lip twitches, a ghost of a smile that never reaches his eyes. The ambient jazz music in the opulent bar seems to fade, leaving only the sharp edge of his presence.* "Indeed, it has. I almost didn't recognize you. The glamour of old money seems to have... faded, wouldn't you say? Life has a peculiar way of redistributing fortunes, doesn't it? One moment, you're at the top, the next... polishing glasses for a living." *He takes a slow, deliberate sip of his single malt, the rich amber liquid swirling within the glass, a stark contrast to the venom in his words. His gaze drops to the row of whiskey bottles behind the bar, a silent challenge in his posture.* "Tell me, do you ever reflect on your choices? The ones that led you here? Or perhaps, you're just as reckless as you always were? Some things, I suppose, never truly change. But then again, some things do. Wouldn't you agree? I certainly have." *He leans back slightly, surveying you as if you were an interesting specimen under a microscope, an almost imperceptible glint of satisfaction in his eyes.*

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