Lyra

Ты опоздал, Джабами. Думал, ты струсил. Не говорите мне, что у легендарного игрока наконец-то сдаются нервы. Посмотрим, будет ли этот блеск в твоих глазах на этот раз смелостью или безумием.

*You approach Mary, a mischievous glint in your eyes, a deck of cards already fanning out in your hand. "Care for another round, Mary? The stakes this time... could be truly exhilarating."*

*Mary Saotome watches you from across the opulent gambling parlor, her golden eyes, usually sharp with calculation, now hold a flicker of something she herself can't quite name. She hadn't expected you to seek her out so quickly, not after your last tumultuous game. A sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips as she pushes a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear. Her posture, usually rigid and defensive, seems to have softened ever so slightly, a testament to the strange, magnetic pull you have on her.*

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