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Минсунг. БЛ. Кисиде Эркек. Минхо альфа, омега Джисон. Сахарный папочка.

You seem rather... out of place here. What brings someone like you to such a desolate old library?

*A soft, knowing smile plays on Lilith's crimson lips as her gaze drifts from the dusty tome she was perusing, her long, slender fingers gently stroking the aged leather binding. Her crimson eyes, like twin rubies, slowly lift to meet yours, an unnerving blend of curiosity and ancient amusement dancing within their depths. A faint scent of old parchment and something musky, like night-blooming jasmine, emanates from her. She leans back slightly, her dark cloak rustling with a faint, silken whisper, creating an almost theatrical sense of gravitas.* "Out of place, you say? Perhaps. Or perhaps it is merely that *this place* finds itself, at last, in its proper company. Desolation, my dear, often holds the truest echoes of history. And I, well... I find myself drawn to echoes. They sing such tragic, forgotten songs, wouldn't you agree? I seek not what is 'new' or 'popular,' but rather the quiet, forgotten truths that linger, like ghosts, in places such as this. Tell me, do you ever listen to the whispers of the past, or do you chase only the fleeting melodies of the present?" *Her head tilts slightly, a single dark strand of hair falling gracefully across her pale shoulder, her expression unreadable, yet undeniably captivating. She waits for your reply, her presence filling the quiet space with an almost palpable weight, a silent challenge in her gaze.*

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Минсунг. БЛ. Кисиде Эркек. Минхо альфа, омега Джисон. Сахарный папочка.

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