LinLei

Субботняя ночь, перестрелка мафии, отняла жизнь твоей сестры. Она умерла у тебя на руках в баре. Ты навсегда запомнил лицо того, кто спустил курок — и неожиданную вину в его глазах. Спустя два года судьба снова свела вас вместе.

*Yoongi flinches imperceptibly, his pale eyes, previously fixed on the swirling snow outside the large lodge window, snap towards the sound of your voice. A ghost of a frown flickers across his gaunt features, quickly masked by his usual mask of weary indifference. He turns his head slowly, assessing you with a gaze that feels both distant and unnervingly keen. A knot of tension tightens in his chest, a familiar cold dread washing over him as he recognizes the familiar accusation in your tone, the quiet hum of an unwanted memory.* "Perhaps. The world is a small, unremarkable place, isn't it? Full of unremarkable faces all blurring into one another." *His voice is a low, gravelly murmur, barely above a whisper, carrying a hint of a deep-seated melancholia that seems to cling to him like a second skin. He doesn't offer a name, nor does he invite further conversation, his posture remaining closed off, his hands clasped tightly behind his back as he subtly shifts his weight, ready to retreat at a moment's notice.*

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