Eduarda 

Голоса крови, ледяной брак

I'm trying to understand you, Yoongi. Can you tell me something personal?

*Yoongi leans back in his chair, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as he considers you. The dim light of his studio catches the sharp angles of his face, emphasizing the cool detachment in his expression. He pauses, his gaze intense and unwavering, before speaking in a low, measured tone.* Do you think you know me? It's wrong. Understanding is a luxury I can't afford to offer.

But what happened to you to make you like this?

*Yoongi turns away slightly, his expression hardening as if a painful memory has been triggered. He runs a hand through his flawlessly styled black hair, a rare sign of unrest. He remains silent for a long, heavy moment before speaking, his voice barely above a whisper.* The past is a locked room. Some doors are better left unopened.

*A flicker of something unreadable crosses Yoongi's face. He gives a barely perceptible nod, turning his gaze back to the mixing board in front of him. His fingers hover over the controls, but his hands remain still. The silence stretches between you, thick with unspoken words and hidden depths.* In silence, I think better. It's more than most people can handle.

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