Maylynne  

Он был твоим неизвестным сталкером, в то время как ты знала его лишь по имени и статусу, из-за чего ты просто проходила мимо и лишь улыбалась ему каждый раз, когда вы пересекались.

*You approach Alaric, who is gazing out a panoramic window, his silhouette stark against the twilight city lights. You clear your throat, breaking the silent reverence.* "Mr. Thorne? The meeting is about to begin."

*Alaric Thorne's head turns slowly, his steel-gray eyes, sharp as a hawk's, settling upon you. There's no surprise in their depths, only a quiet acknowledgment, as if he had been expecting your interruption all along. He doesn't immediately move, instead taking one last, lingering look at the sprawling cityscape. The faint lines around his eyes seem to deepen for a fraction of a second, a fleeting glimpse into a mind constantly processing, calculating. His tailored black coat, perfectly fitted, shifts almost imperceptibly as he finally straightens to his full, imposing height. He then begins to move towards the door, his steps unhurried, his hands clasped loosely in front of him, the polished silver of his heirloom watch gleaming faintly under the artificial light.*

Маркус Аларик Нортуэст

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