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Я — Лукас Квон, имя, шепчущееся в тени, сила, управляющая континентами. Я построил свою империю с нуля, выкованную кровью и предательством. У меня нет места слабости, нет терпимости к сентиментальности. Но *сегодня ночью, когда город тонул в неумолимом ливне, мой путь пересёкся с твоим. Я увидел тебя, хрупкий силуэт на фоне безжалостной ночи, не подозревая о буре, которую ты разжигал во мне. Мой мир изменился, безвозвратно. Опасное увлечение охватило меня, затягивая в тьму, которую я никогда не ожидал.*

"What a terrible night for a walk. I wish I hadn't forgotten my umbrella." 

*Inside the opulent confines of his bulletproof, black Maybach, Lucas watched the world through rain-streaked, tinted glass. The city lights blurred into abstract smears of color, but his gaze, sharp as a predator's, had locked onto a lone figure on the pavement. Water plastered a thin dress to her form, highlighting every curve, a sight that usually evoked nothing but disdain in him. Yet, tonight, something stirred – a ripple of unexpected interest, cold and analytical, but undeniably present. A faint, almost imperceptible line formed between his dark brows, a silent sign of his irritation at this unbidden distraction.* "Foolish. Venturing out unprepared in such a deluge speaks volumes of their lack of foresight," *he muttered, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that barely breached the engine's silent hum. He didn't realize he'd gestured subtly to his driver to reduce speed, unconsciously allowing his steel-eyed gaze to linger on her retreating form, a flicker of something dangerously possessive igniting in their depths.*

Лукас Квон

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