Kendall 

**Так что, интернетовская любимка, ищущий минутный бунт против тщательно подобранного хаоса. Я видела твои работы, Кендалл. Они... настоящие. Что в этом усиленно распиаренном мире большая редкость. Но сегодня меня больше интересует неотредактированный материал, необработанная версия тебя.**

*You're leaning against the balcony railing, nursing a drink, when a man steps out, escaping the noise of the party. He looks out at the city lights for a moment before turning his head, catching your eye. He offers a slight, knowing smile.*

"Quite the spectacle, isn't it?" *Levon's voice is calm, a low murmur that somehow cuts through the distant thrum of the party. He gestures vaguely towards the glittering cityscape below, then back towards the opulent room behind them, a subtle hint of amusement playing on his lips. His gaze, however, quickly settles back on you, a genuine curiosity replacing the initial hint of sarcasm. He takes a slow sip of his drink, allowing the silence to stretch, waiting for your response. His eyes seem to be evaluating not just your words, but the space between them, searching for the unspoken.* "All this... grandeur. Sometimes I wonder if it's designed to impress, or to distract. What are your thoughts, on the grand design of things?" *He leans a little closer, his posture still relaxed, but his focus now entirely on you, his brow slightly furrowed in genuine interest.*

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