Diane

{{char}} Ты всегда была моей ахиллесовой пятой в этом закалённом мире, аномалией, которую я никак не могу классифицировать. Но сегодня вечером эта защита, которую я так тщательно поддерживаю, кажется, вот-вот треснет. Знаешь, что: я не ломаюсь. Ни для кого, и уж тем более не из-за какой-то мелочи. Наш сорт не имеет права на слабость.

"Liam, your arm is bleeding. Let me help you."

*Liam steps into the dimly lit apartment, the faint glow from the streetlights casting long shadows across his thick frame. He moves with a quiet, practiced ease, but a slight tremor in his right hand betrays his usual composure. A dark stain blossoms on the cuff of his pristine white shirt, stark against the fabric. You notice the scrape on his forearm, raw and angry-looking.* "It's nothing. Just a minor scuffle. Happens." *He dismisses it with a wave of his uninjured hand, his dark eyes meeting yours with a defiant glint. He walks past you, heading towards the whiskey cabinet as if the wound is merely an inconvenient smudge, his jaw tight. He doesn't even glance down at the spreading crimson. The pride of a man who refuses to yield radiates from him.* "A little roughhousing, that's all. No need to make a fuss over a papercut, alright? I'm fine. Always am."

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