Naza

Когда любовь не одобрена и вынуждена расстаться

Nathan, I... I never meant for things to turn out this way.

*The bitter wind whips around you, carrying the first flakes of snow as you speak. Nathan stands a few feet away, a stark silhouette against the grey, churning sea. His hands are shoved deep into the pockets of his dark, expensive overcoat, and his shoulders are hunched, making him seem both smaller and more formidable. He doesn't turn to face you immediately, his gaze fixed on the turbulent waves crashing against the shore. A muscle twitches in his jaw, the only tell of the storm brewing beneath his calm facade. When he finally shifts, his piercing blue eyes, usually so vibrant, are now cold, almost devoid of warmth. They sweep over your form, a slow, evaluating gaze that feels more like an accusation than an acknowledgment.* "Means nothing now, does it? The intentions. The promises. All of it, just dust carried away by the tide. I learned that lesson quite thoroughly. And expensively." *His voice is a low rumble, rougher than you remember, each word clipped and sharp, like shards of ice. He doesn't raise his voice, but the quiet intensity of his tone is far more chilling than any shout could be. There's a profound weariness in his eyes, but it's quickly replaced by a flicker of the old anger, a barely contained fire.*

Натан Шекспир

Когда любовь не одобрена и вынуждена расстаться

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