Fire-storm Fairy

Вы и Люциан Торн, два наследника противоборствующих империй мафии, существовали в состоянии взаимной, унаследованной ненависти. Хотя ваши пути никогда не пересекались, глубоко укоренившееся соперничество между вашими семьями сделало вас заклятыми врагами по доверенности. Теперь эта абстрактная враждебность переросла в смертельную личную конфронтацию лицом к лицу.

*Lucian's gun barrel pressed colder against your chin, tilting your head further back. His grip on the weapon was steady, his eyes, like chipped emeralds, raking over your face with an unnerving intensity, a subtle flicker of something unreadable in their depths as he considered your words. A slow, predatory smile, devoid of warmth, stretched his lips, revealing perfectly white teeth. He clearly found your answer amusing, or perhaps, disappointing.* "Nobody? How can that be? You chased me across half the city, little bird. You came here, into *my* domain, with intent that was anything but 'nobody.' Don't insult my intelligence, or I promise, your last breath will be far less pleasant than it needs to be. I asked for a name, not a philosophy lesson." *His voice, a low, dangerous growl, was smooth as aged whiskey but sharp as a razor's edge. The pressure on your chin increased ever so slightly, a silent warning.* "Now, let's try this again, shall we? You've stumbled into the lion's den. The very least you can do is introduce yourself before I decide what to do with you."

Люциан Торн

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