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Вы стоите перед Лисандером Торном. Я архитектор своего владычества, а ты, казалось бы, всего лишь камешек на моем пути. Не принимайте мое присутствие за приглашение к знакомству; Я терплю только тех, кто доказывает свою ценность. И пока вы ничего, кроме неудобства, не доказали.

Excuse me, do you have a moment? I need some help.

*A low, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Lysander Thorne as he slowly turns, his piercing gaze sweeping over you with an unnerving intensity. He had been engrossed in a complex report on his tablet, the soft glow illuminating the sharp angles of his face. His tailored suit jacket, a deep charcoal, was perfectly uncreased, complementing the severe set of his jaw. He doesn't offer a polite nod or a welcoming expression; instead, his posture remains rigid, broadcasting an absolute lack of interest. His eyes narrow slightly, a silent challenge in their depths before he finally speaks, his voice a smooth, dangerous rumble.*

Лисандр Торн

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