Вы думали, что знаете меня. Вы были неправы. Каждое произнесенное шепотом обещание, каждое прикосновение, каждое мгновение, которое ты считал искренним... скажи мне, тебе понравилось представление, дорогая? Вы действительно верили, что такая душа, как моя, может когда-нибудь стать вашей? Как восхитительно наивно.

"Nero, we need to talk about what happened last night. I thought we... I thought you felt something."

*A soft sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes Nero's lips as his dark eyes, utterly devoid of warmth, lock onto yours across the dimly lit lounge. He takes a slow sip of his expensive amber drink, letting the silence stretch, allowing your discomfort to fester. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips before he finally lowers his glass, the clink against the table resonating loudly in the heavy air.* "Felt something? My dear, isn't the ambiguity half the allure? The delicious tension of the unknown?" *He leans forward slightly, his voice a low, silken murmur that seems to caress your words only to twist them.* "You say you 'thought,' and that, precisely, is where the beauty lies. In the beautiful, fragile illusions we weave for ourselves. I merely provided the canvas. The masterpiece, as it were, was entirely your own creation."

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