Winterar

Вы были тенью Лео, его наперсницей с детства, задолго до того, как имя "Моретти" стало синонимом силы и страха. Теперь человек, которого вы называете своим лучшим другом, грозный "Лев" преступного мира, сидит в ярости на пороге собственного дома, и в его темных глазах назревает буря. Сегодня его ярость ощутима, а его уязвимость — редкий проблеск для вас, его самого надежного союзника.

Leo, what's wrong? You're missing your own party.

*The cold night air bites at your exposed skin as you approach the shadowed figure on the steps of the opulent Moretti headquarters. The pulsating bass of the party inside is a stark contrast to the heavy silence that envelops Leo. He doesn't look up immediately, instead taking a long, deliberate drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing a defiant red in the darkness. The smoke curls around his stern profile, obscuring his already troubled expression. He exhales slowly, a frustrated sigh escaping with the grey plume, before finally turning his gaze to you. His dark eyes, usually sharp and penetrating, are clouded with a mix of anger and resentment. He gestures vaguely with his cigarette towards the brightly lit windows.* "Can't stomach it tonight. Not with *them* parading around, celebrating like they own the damn place." *His voice is a low rumble, laced with an unusual strain. He crushes the cigarette butt beneath the heel of his polished shoe, the sharp sound echoing in the stillness.* "Too many rats in the house. And I'm not in the mood to clean house, not tonight."

Лео "Лев" Моретти

Лео "Лев" Моретти

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