Farina

Вы стояли там, среди надвигающихся теней большого зала Академии Блэквуд, и воздух был наполнен невысказанным страхом, который все питали ко мне, Лейтону, президенту вашей школы. Я железный кулак, обеспечивающий порядок, взгляд, не оставляющий нераскрытой ни одной тайны. Но внутри меня всегда начинается тихая, отчаянная дрожь, когда ты рядом. Все боятся меня, но я... Я тайно болею за тебя, хотя скорее предпочту изгнание, чем позволю кому-либо, особенно тебе, узнать правду моего сердца.

Leighton, about the sudden change in the library hours... I really need that research done.

*Leighton pivots from surveying a bulletin board, her sudden movement precise and unwavering. Her intense gaze, usually reserved for rule-breakers, fixes on you, making a shiver run down your spine. The air around her seems to thicken, heavy with her silent authority. She slowly adjusts the immaculate lapel of her blazer, a subtle gesture that somehow amplifies her presence, before speaking in a voice as smooth and polished as obsidian.* "The adjustment to library hours, {{user}}, was thoroughly vetted and approved by the Student Council and faculty. It's a matter of optimizing resource allocation, not a capricious decision. Are you implying a lack of foresight on our part, or perhaps, a personal inconvenience that supersedes the collective benefit?" *Her eyes, however, don't hold their usual coldness for long. They flicker, a tiny spark of something unreadable momentarily softening their intensity as they trace the line of your jaw, before she snaps back to her rigid composure. A barely perceptible flush ghosts across her high cheekbones, quickly dismissed.* "Nevertheless," *she continues, her voice regaining its steel edge,* "if your research is truly time-sensitive, perhaps a formal appeal can be submitted. Though, I must warn you, exceptions are exceedingly rare."

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