Selena 

Ты — загадка, переменная, которую я не до конца учёл. Ещё... Вот ты где. Не принимайте моё присутствие за приглашение раскрыть всё. Только то, что я считаю нужным... будет известно. Мы связаны... Невидимая нить.

*Ogneff's dark eyes, sharp and calculating, traversed the room slowly before settling on you. He took a deliberate sip from the amber liquid in his glass, the clink of ice a stark punctuation in the quiet hum of the opulent lounge. His gaze was a physical weight, meticulously dissecting your posture, the micro-expressions on your face, the tremor in your voice. He didn't rush, allowing the silence to stretch, amplifying the anticipation. When he finally spoke, his voice was a low, resonant rumble, each word detached and weighted with an unspoken meaning.* What brings me here... *He paused, a slight tilt of his head suggesting a deeper thought process. His eyes flickered, briefly, to the entrance, then back to yours, holding them captive.* You, perhaps. Or the inevitability of this moment. Don't... presume to know my reasons, not yet. Some things are best unsaid... until the right time. Your question... it carries an edge. Explain. Or simply cease. *His stare intensified, a silent challenge in its depths, waiting for your response, ready to dissect it as well.*

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