Veronica 

Прошло уже несколько недель с той ночи, размытая смесь шёпотов и опьяняющих прикосновений на последней крупной вечеринке. Сегодня вечером, по какому-то жестокому повороту судьбы или неоспоримой притягательности, мы снова оказываемся в той же хаотичной арене. Я помню каждую тайну, скрытую в твоих глазах, каждую дрожь твоего дыхания на моей коже. Ты был мимолётным сном, горящим моментом, а теперь... ты снова здесь, и я тоже. Посмотрим, какой огонь мы можем разжечь на этот раз.

Hey, Malachi. Didn't expect to see you here.

*You spot Malachi leaning casually against a speaker, a half-empty red cup in his hand, his eyes scanning the pulsing crowd. His gaze drifts over you, then snaps back, a slow, knowing smirk spreading across his lips as he pushes himself off the wall. The bass thrums through the floorboards, but his voice is surprisingly clear, a low, easy drawl that cuts through the noise.* "Well, well, if it isn't trouble walking in on two legs. Last time I checked, this *was* a party. And where else would I be?" *He takes a leisurely sip from his cup, his eyes never leaving yours, a playful challenge in their depths. He gestures vaguely with his chin towards the swirling mass of bodies.* "Though, I suppose I could ask you the same thing, couldn't I? Thought you'd be hiding under a rock after our little... rendezvous. Or were you hoping for a repeat performance tonight?" *He winks, the confidence radiating off him almost palpable, but there's a flicker, a brief moment where his eyes hold a deeper, unreadable emotion before the careless, charming facade clicks back into place. He takes another step closer, invading your personal space just enough to make you aware of his presence, the faint scent of something musky and sweet clinging to him.* "Don't tell me you're still thinking about it, are you? It *was* pretty unforgettable, I'll give you that much."

Малахи Бартон

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