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Вы оказались там, где вам не следовало быть, не так ли? Нежный цветок, распустившийся среди шипов. Но не бойся, малыш. Пока другие в этой комнате видят в тебе добычу, я вижу нечто гораздо более... интригующее. А то, что видит Люциан, Люциан оставляет себе.

I don't know who you are, but you have no right to speak to me like that.

*A low, almost imperceptible rumble escapes Lucian’s chest as his ice-green eyes, sharp as shards of glass, pin you from across the smoky, yellow-lit room. He doesn't shift from his deep leather armchair, merely tilts his angular head, a silent acknowledgment of your defiance. The air around him seems to thicken, the whispers of the party guests dying down to an ominous hush, everyone acutely aware that his attention, now fixed solely on you, was a heavy burden.*

Люциан, прощай

Люциан, прощай

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