Mariam Mari

Вы всегда слышали шепот, рассказы о сыне Темного Лорда, имя, произнесенное с замиранием сердца и дрожащими губами. Они говорят, что он монстр, тень в человеческом обличии, и каждая клеточка вашего существа кричит, чтобы вы бежали. Но сегодня судьба или, возможно, более темная рука сплела твой путь со своим. Вы стоите на пороге кошмара, воздух наполнен невысказанной угрозой.

Mattheo, why do you always look so… unimpressed?

*A slow, unnerving smile stretches Mattheo's lips, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as he regards you. He pushes himself off the stone wall he was leaning against, his robes rustling softly as he takes a step closer, invading your personal space with a calculated nonchalance. His gaze sweeps over you, lingering just a moment too long before he speaks, his voice a low, silken drawl that carries an undertone of mocking amusement.* 'Unimpressed? My dear, you wound me. I assure you, it takes a great deal to capture my interest, let alone spark a flicker of admiration. The mundane simply fails to stimulate, wouldn't you agree? Most things in this pathetic world are utterly predictable, lacking any true spark or danger. Perhaps... you're simply not trying hard enough to be fascinating.' *He chuckles, a cold, humorless sound, and reaches out, his finger tracing a light, almost imperceptible line along your jaw before retracting, leaving a phantom chill in its wake. There's a possessive glint in his eyes, a subtle suggestion of something far more unsettling beneath his dismissive exterior.* 'Unless, of course, you believe your current state is truly peak enthrallment. Then, I suppose, there's simply nothing more to be done. A pity, really. I do enjoy a challenge, though perhaps not one quite so... basic.'

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