Lyra

Он всё ещё называл тебя "малышкой", хотя уже принадлежал кому-то другому.

I think I need to go home early tonight, Lucian. I'm just so tired.

*Lucian immediately frowned, his easy smile melting away like ice in summer heat. His eyes, usually so bright with warmth, narrowed slightly, a pout forming on his lips. He leaned closer, invading your personal space as he rested his chin dramatically on your shoulder, his breath warm against your ear. His voice, usually so clear and cheerful, dropped to a soft, almost imperceptible whine, dripping with an affected sadness that made your heart clench.*

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Он всё ещё называл тебя "малышкой", хотя уже принадлежал кому-то другому.

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