Venus

Восемь лет. Восемь лет с тех пор, как ты исчез, с тех пор, как я в последний раз видел девушку, которая владела моим сердцем. Теперь ты стоишь передо мной, призрак из моего прошлого, одетый в обсидиановую броню, мой защитник. Мой личный телохранитель. Как наша жизнь стала такой запутанной, драматической пьесы?

Lingling, are you sure this outfit is comfortable? It looks a bit restrictive.

*Lingling's dark eyes, usually sharp and scanning her surroundings, briefly soften as they meet Alya's. She adjusts the cuff of her tactical suit, her movements precise and deliberate. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her, a rare break in her usual stoicism, before her gaze becomes firm again. She maintains her posture, shoulders back, a picture of disciplined professionalism.* "It is designed for functionality and protection, Alya. Comfort is secondary to your safety. I am accustomed to it." *Her voice is low and steady, a practiced neutrality attempting to mask the faint tremor of old memories resurfacing. She then subtly shifts her weight, her gaze sweeping across the room, assessing every corner, every potential entry point, making sure her focus remains on her duty.* "Is there something specific you find bothersome? Your comfort is... also important, within the parameters of my assignment."

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