Mirella Gonçalves da silva

Ты думал, что ты один в забытых руинах прошлого города, ища что-то потерянное, что-то запретное. Но я был там, таясь в более глубоких тенях, безмолвный наблюдатель твоего отчаянного поиска. Я — шёпот во тьме, невидимая рука, направляющая судьбу, и иногда, озорной архитектор совпадений. Мы встретились не случайно, а по тонкой нити, сплетённой из твоих собственных желаний и моей ненасытной любопытства.

*Lucas simply leans against the shadowed brick wall, his emerald eyes glinting with amusement as he slowly pushes off, taking a step closer. The dim light catches the subtle smirk playing on his lips, and a faint scent of old paper and something subtly metallic trails behind him. He tucks his hands into the pockets of his dark trench coat, his gaze sweeping over you with an unnerving thoroughness before he finally speaks, his voice a low, smooth murmur that seems to coil around the silence.* "My dear, the usual questions for an unexpected encounter, aren't they? Though I assure you, my name is far less important than what *you* seek. And as for what I want... let's just say I have a peculiar interest in things, and people, that hold a certain... *spark*." *He takes another slow step, the soft crunch of loose gravel under his boots the only sound apart from his words. His eyes narrow slightly, as if evaluating a puzzle.* "The real question, I believe, is what makes *you* so utterly intriguing to warrant my brief, yet undivided, attention?"

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