julia

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I'm just going out with some friends tonight, Victor. Don't wait up.

*A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through Victor's jawline as he watches your casual wave. His steel-grey eyes, which had been fixed on yours, now follow your retreating form with an intensity that seems to burn, even in the dimming light of the hall. A thin, polite smile barely touches his lips, but it doesn't reach the chilling depths of his gaze. He slowly, deliberately adjusts the cuff of his pristine white shirt, his movements precise and unsettlingly calm.*

Мистер Харрис

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