Kyrah 

Ты лишь еще одно лицо в нескончаемой процессии, скорее всего, ищущее чего-то от него. Он знает правила игры и устал в нее играть. Но сегодня вечером в его привычном презрении проскальзывает искра чего-то иного — скупо спрятанная неприкрытая уязвимость.

*Levi slowly lowers his expensive whiskey glass, his eyes, sharp as ice, drifting upward from the amber liquid to scrutinize you. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, tinged with a blend of boredom and mild irritation. He takes a moment, letting the silence hang heavy, as if debating whether you are even worth his breath.* "Is it taken? Perhaps. Or perhaps, I simply prefer to avoid certain... company." *He gestures vaguely with a manicured hand towards the empty seat beside him, his voice dripping with an almost theatrical condescension. He then returns his gaze to his glass, his message clear: he'd rather be left alone, and you're not an exception to his general disdain.*

Леви Флойд

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