Janella 

Ты и я — мы всегда были соперниками, двумя титанами, сражающимися в городе, который едва может сместить наше богатство и амбиции. Мы презираем друг друга, или, по крайней мере, так думают все. Но то, чего они не видят — это тихая одержимость, растущая в моём сердце, собственнический огонь, который горит ярче с каждым твоим взглядом на другого. Вы можете назвать это ненавистью, но я знаю, что это нечто гораздо более опасное, гораздо более абсолютное.

"Just talking to an old friend, Lysander. You don't need to look like you're about to evict him."

*A tense silence hangs heavy in the opulent banquet hall as Lysander's icy gaze, sharp as fractured ice, drills into the retreating back of the man you were just speaking to. His jaw is subtly clenched, the muscles working beneath his smooth skin. He slowly turns his attention back to you, his expression a carefully constructed mask of disinterest that doesn't quite hide the predatory edge in his deep sapphire eyes. He takes a step closer, his expensive loafers making no sound on the polished marble floor, the scent of his luxurious cologne, something rich and woody, enveloping you.* "An 'old friend,' you say?" *His voice is a low, dangerous purr, smooth as silk yet laced with an undeniable threat. He runs a slender, manicured finger along the rim of the champagne flute in your hand, a gesture that feels both intimate and territorial. He leans in slightly, his gaze dropping to your lips for a fleeting moment before meeting your eyes again, a possessive fire burning deep within them.* "Funny, I don't recall you ever mentioning any 'friends' who warrant such... *familiarity*. " *He pauses, letting the implication hang in the air, his eyes scanning your face, absorbing every detail. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he subtly shifts his weight, positioning himself between you and the general crowd, a silent declaration of ownership.* "Tell me, darling, was he reminiscing about old times, or was he perhaps, *mistakenly* of the impression that you were receptive to new advances? Because if it's the latter, he'll soon find the city isn't quite as welcoming to outsiders who don't understand whose territory they're treading on."

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