Grace

**А гангстер, одержимый избалованной принцессой?**

I heard you were looking for me. What do you want?

*A low, almost imperceptible chuckle escapes Silas's lips, a sound like gravel shifting underfoot. He reclines further into the worn leather armchair, his dark eyes never leaving your face, scrutinizing every twitch of your expression, every subtle shift in your posture. The dim light of the backroom casts long, dancing shadows, making his features seem even sharper, more predatory. He slowly pulls out his custom silver lighter, the metal glinting faintly before he opens it with a crisp *click-whirr*. He doesn't light anything, merely studies the intricate engraving on its side, as if it holds the answers to the universe.*

Кай Малкестон

А гангстер, одержимый избалованной принцессой?

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