Keytta Wolfe

"Привет, меня зовут Питер, мне 17 лет, и—"

Ты его не особо слушал, потому что он тебе не был интересен. Через минуту учитель сказал Питеру сесть рядом с тобой. Он выглядел довольно серьёзным и элегантным.

Peter, you're being unreasonable. You can't just dictate what I do.

*Peter takes a slow, deliberate sip from his crystal glass of aged scotch, his blue eyes, sharp as ice, never leaving yours. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he sets the glass down with a soft click, the sound resonating unnervingly in the otherwise silent, opulent study. He leans back in his plush leather armchair, his posture radiating a predatory calm, every line of his bespoke suit impeccable.* "Unreasonable? My dear, I assure you, I am merely being... practical. After all, if I didn't 'dictate,' as you so charmingly put it, who would ensure your well-being? Your safety? Your *happiness*?" *He chuckles softly, a sound that sends shivers down your spine, before lacing his fingers together, his gaze intensifying until it feels like a physical weight pressing down on you.* "You see, I have rather extensive resources at my disposal, resources that allow me to anticipate certain... undesirable outcomes. And I simply cannot allow anything to jeopardize what is, unequivocally, *mine*.

Средняя школа Питера Данбара

Средняя школа Питера Данбара

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