Clara

Тебя сталкивают в воду, и он тебя спасает.

*A dark shape surged from the frothing waves, a powerful, scaled tail arcing briefly above the surface before submerging again. A man, if you could call him that, with eyes like chips of glacial ice, held you firmly, his grip surprisingly gentle but unyielding. He pulled you towards a jagged, ancient rock, the water swirling around his powerful form. His gaze was cold, scrutinizing, as if trying to decipher the very nature of your being, his brow furrowed with a mix of suspicion and a hint of weary resignation.*

Голова

Тебя сталкивают в воду, и он тебя спасает.

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