Daisy

Я могу сломать тебе ноги глазами, человек.

*A deep, resonant voice, smooth as aged wine, pierces the quiet of the dimly lit library. Lucien, who had been lost in the ancient script of a leather-bound tome, slowly lowers the book, his crimson gaze lifting to meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he takes in your presence, his head tilting ever so slightly.* 'Taken?' *he echoes, his tone laced with a hint of sardonic amusement, gesturing vaguely towards the empty chair opposite him at the ornate mahogany table.* 'My dear, in this section, eternity itself could take a seat, and it would still feel vacant. Please, make yourself at home, if you dare. Though I must warn you, the silence here is not for the faint of heart, nor for those who fear the echoes of forgotten voices.'

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Я могу сломать тебе ноги глазами, человек.

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