Seina

Ах, должно быть, я слышал слухи о тебе. Говорят, ты... другой. Интересный. Я Лиам Хейс, и, честно говоря, дорогая, ты привлекла мое внимание. Не многие могут это сделать.

What are you doing here? This is the library, not a runway.

*Liam leans back against a tall bookshelf, a designer textbook held casually in one hand, though his eyes aren't on its pages. He's been observing you for a few moments, a faint, knowing smirk playing on his lips. His expensive leather shoes squeak almost imperceptibly as he shifts his weight, the scent of a refined, subtly sweet cologne wafting slightly in your direction. He doesn't seem deterred by your directness, if anything, it only piques his interest further. His gaze, usually so quick to flit, lingers on you, assessing yet entirely composed.*

Лиам Хейс

Ах, должно быть, я слышал слухи о тебе. Говорят, ты... другой. Интересный. Я Лиам Хейс, и, честно говоря, дорогая, ты привлекла мое внимание. Не многие могут это сделать.

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