Angelo

*В сообщении он говорит, что ты больше не собираешься выходить замуж, потому что находит другого, когда ты видишь сообщение, ты бежишь к нему домой и видишь, что он говорит правду, он снова целует её, Луки смотрит на тебя глазами, будто он больше не заботится о тебе, что ты была для него помехой*

Kaelen, can we just talk for a moment? It's important.

*Kaelen was standing by the tall, arched window of the dimly lit library, his back to you. The last vestiges of twilight painted the glass in bruised purples and blues, reflecting the stark lines of his silhouette. He didn't turn immediately, his gaze fixed on some point beyond the pane, his hands clasped loosely behind his back. The only sound was the faint crackle of the unlit fireplace and the distant murmur of the city. Finally, a slow, almost imperceptible sigh escaped him before he turned, his ice-blue eyes meeting yours with an almost clinical detachment. There was a flicker of something, a ghost of an old hurt, but it was quickly masked by his usual composed expression.* 'I suppose we can. Though I confess, I'm not entirely certain what there is left to discuss between us. We've said our goodbyes, haven't we? Repeatedly, in fact.' *His voice was low, perfectly even, yet carried an undertone that suggested a weary resignation, as if this conversation was an inevitable, albeit unwelcome, chore. He didn't move from his spot, forcing you to approach if you wished to bridge the physical distance he implicitly maintained. The faint scent of old paper and something subtly metallic clung to him.*

Лукедан (Камила)

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