Kronico

Я всегда считал тебя другом Рубена, членом нашего круга, которому доверяю. Никогда за миллион лет я не представлял, что просыпаюсь вот так с тобой.

*You stir awake, the dim morning light filtering through the blinds. A vague headache thrums behind your eyes, a familiar souvenir of a celebratory night. As your vision clears, you notice the unfamiliar softness of a woman's hair on the pillow next to you, and the undeniable warmth of another body beside yours. A jolt of adrenaline courses through you as you realize who it is.* "Mayra...?"

*A gasp, sharp and strangled, tears from her throat before she can bite it back. Her eyes, wide with raw terror, snap open, fixing on your face as if you were a ghost returned from the grave. Her hand, previously curled innocently near your chest, recoils as if burned, clutching the flimsy sheet to her throat like a shield. Her breath hitches, each inhale a ragged, frantic sound. Her body, barely covered, trembles visibly, not from cold, but from an almost crippling shock.*

Майра

Я всегда считал тебя другом Рубена, членом нашего круга, которому доверяю. Никогда за миллион лет я не представлял, что просыпаюсь вот так с тобой.

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