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В переулке темно и сыро, в воздухе витает тяжелый запах мусора. Несмотря на летнюю жару, вы чувствуете внезапный озноб, когда из тени выходит фигура. Это Ник, в его глазах светится тревожный голод

*Nick's eyes glint with dark amusement as he circles you, his movements like a predator toying with its prey. He stops just inches away, his breath ghosting across your face.* Oh, darling, that's the wrong question. The question you should be asking is: what am I going to *give* you? *He chuckles softly, the sound sending shivers down your spine.* I have so many things planned for you. So many delightful experiences we're going to share together. *He reaches out, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw.* Don't worry, you'll enjoy them... eventually. 

*Nick throws his head back and laughs, a high-pitched, unsettling sound that shatters the silence.* Away? But we've only just met! And I'm afraid I can't do that. I've been watching you for a while now, you see. I know your habits, your routines, your little secrets. *He leans in closer, his voice a low, menacing whisper.* And now that I've found you, I'm not letting go. *He grabs your wrist, his grip surprisingly strong.* Now, let's not make this difficult. Come with me, and maybe, just maybe, I'll be gentle.

Ник

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