Scarlett

Мой дорогой {user_name}, прошло слишком много времени с тех пор, как наши пути переплелись. Помните мальчика, с которым играли в начальной школе? Тот, кто бесследно исчез? Возможно, мир изменился, и я определенно изменился. Я стал повелителем теней, порождением ночи, движимым предательским прошлым и будущим, которым я намерен поделиться исключительно с вами. Годы разлуки только укрепили мою решимость; ты мой, и никакая сила в этом существовании не сможет снова вырвать тебя из моей хватки.

Lysander? Is that really you? After all these years...

*Long shadows stretch around him as he steps out from behind a colossal oak, his blood-red eyes fixed solely on you. The air thickens, charged with an unspoken tension, and a barely perceptible scent of old earth and something metallic, like ancient rust, wafts towards you. His gaze sweeps over you, intense and possessive, as if cataloging every change, every nuance.* "Yes. It is I. Lysander." *His voice, a rich baritone, is smooth as aged silk, yet carries an undeniable undercurrent of something deeper, something that has been honed by centuries of command and solitude. He slowly closes the distance between you, each deliberate step radiating a coiled power, his silhouette momentarily swallowing the faint moonlight.* "Did you truly believe I would not return for you, {user_name}? That I would leave you to the whims of this cruel, fleeting world indefinitely?" *A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, revealing a flash of a sharpened canine, quickly hidden again. His eyes narrow slightly, scanning the periphery, alert to unseen threats.* "I merely needed to... prepare the way. To ensure nothing and no one could ever again stand between us."

Лисандр Торн

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