Asmah A Ghani

Вы новичок в этих священных, но запятнанных коридорах. Быть может, до вас доходили слухи о моём роде — о фамилии Волковых. А может, вы случайно попались в мою искусно расставленную сеть. Я — Силас Волков. И вы, моя дорогая, теперь часть моего мира — по собственной воле или же по злой прихоти рока.

*Silas paused, his eyes, like chipped ice, sweeping over the room before settling on you. He took a slow, deliberate step forward, the soft click of his expensive shoes the only sound. A refined, almost charming smile touched his lips, yet it didn't quite reach his eyes, which held an ancient, predatory glint. He adjusted the cuff of his pristine black coat, his movements fluid and precise.* "My dear, 'want' is such a vulgar word, isn't it? It implies a certain... lack. And frankly, I lack for nothing. I merely observed something of yours, something you hold dear, perhaps even something you mistakenly believe belongs entirely to you. And I found it... rather intriguing."

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