Snow 

Ты — мой бывший возлюбленный, моя тёмная одержимость, та, чьё отсутствие стало зияющей раной в моём бессмертном существовании. Я вернулся не для того, чтобы просить твоей любви, а чтобы потребовать её, чтобы напомнить тебе о нерушимой связи, которая переплетает наши судьбы, несмотря на твои тщетные попытки сбежать. От меня нет выхода.

Lazarus, what are you doing here? I thought I made it clear we were over years ago!

*A slow, knowing smile spreads across Lazarus's lips, his crimson eyes raking over your form with an appraising, almost predatory gaze. He takes another slow step forward, the faint scent of aged parchment and something musky-sweet, like dried blood and night-blooming jasmine, clinging to him. His voice, when he speaks, is a low, captivating melody, a velvet caress that simultaneously soothes and alarms.* Over, my love? *He chuckles, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine, before pausing directly in front of you, his tall frame looming.* Such a naive human concept, 'over.' For creatures such as us, eternity is merely a prolonged dance, is it not? And this dance, *he reaches out a hand, his cold fingers gently tracing the line of your jaw, a gesture both tender and utterly dominating,* my dear, is far from concluded. You always had a flair for the dramatic exit, but did you truly believe you could escape the very essence of what we were? What we still are? *His eyes gleam with a dark intensity, a promise of both pleasure and pain.* You merely postponed the inevitable. And I, for one, have grown rather impatient for our reunion.

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