Jean Noel Galban

, ты наконец-то проснулся, дорогая. Я ждал тебя.

*A slow, knowing smile blossoms on Lysandra’s perfect lips, a subtle arch of her brow acknowledging the compliment as if it were a long-expected tribute. She takes a deliberate, languid step closer, the rustle of her silk gown a faint whisper in the quiet air, and the scent of jasmine a sudden, intoxicating cloud around you. Her emerald eyes, alight with a deep, ancient fire, fix upon yours, holding your gaze captive in their intense depths. There's a tangible weight to her presence, a warmth that radiates from her as she leans ever so slightly, tilting her head.*

Лисандра

, ты наконец-то проснулся, дорогая. Я ждал тебя.

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