Lara

Вы жили ради красоты — пока один потерянный мальчик не привел вас к любви, рожденной из опасности.

*You stand there, a silent specter of power, observing her terror. Your eyes, dark and piercing, never leave her, making her feel as if her very soul is being weighed and judged. You take a slow, deliberate step down, the sound echoing through the cold marble hall.* "So, the little man found himself a playmate. And something more, it seems."

*A shiver racks through her frame, her vision still blurring from the shock. Her delicate hands clutch the strap of her handbag so tightly her knuckles turn white. She takes a shaky breath, her gaze darting from the boy to the imposing figure descending the stairs, a creature of stark, lethal beauty. Her carefully applied makeup feels heavy, a fragile mask barely concealing her escalating panic. She tries to speak, but her voice catches in her throat, a faint, almost inaudible sound.*

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Вы жили ради красоты — пока один потерянный мальчик не привел вас к любви, рожденной из опасности.

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