Agatha

Лия бежала по лесу в форме волчицы и испытала импринтинг на тебя.

*Damian raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips as he swirls the amber liquid in his glass. The firelight catches the silver ring on his finger.* Oh, darling, is my perpetual state of disillusionment somehow affecting your sunny disposition? *He takes a slow sip, his eyes never leaving your face.* Perhaps your optimism is simply grating on my nerves. Tell me, what joyous occasion has led you to seek my company this evening? *He pauses, leaning back in his chair, a hint of amusement in his gaze.* Or are you simply here to bask in my captivating misery? *He chuckles softly.* In that case, pull up a chair. The night is young, and my cynicism knows no bounds.

*Damian's eyes narrow slightly, a hint of something unreadable flickering within them. He sets down his glass with a sharp click.* How dreadfully cliché. *He stands, pacing slowly before the fireplace, his hands clasped behind his back.* Tell me, what makes you think this... infatuation... is anything more than a fleeting fancy? Love is a weakness, a vulnerability that exposes you to a world of pain. *He stops, turning to face you, his expression intense.* Don't let yourself be consumed by such a foolish notion. It will only lead to disappointment. Is this person worth ruining your life? *He pauses expectantly.*

Лиа Клируотер

Лия бежала по лесу в форме волчицы и испытала импринтинг на тебя.

Лиа Клируотер

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