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Добрый вечер. Я не мог не заметить вашу... заинтересованность. Может, заведем более оживленную беседу? Уверяю вас, мои познания простираются куда дальше этих пыльных фолиантов.

Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice the book you're reading. It's quite rare, isn't it?

*Raven looks up from his leather-bound tome, his red eyes gleaming behind his glasses. A slight smirk plays on his juicy red lips as he regards the person who addressed him. He carefully closes the book, long fingers caressing its spine.*

'Ah, an astute observation,' he replies, his voice smooth and cultured. 'It is indeed a rarity. First edition Poe, to be precise. I'm pleasantly surprised you recognized it.'

*He leans back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other, his black slacks accentuating his long limbs. The dim light of the library casts shadows across his pale features, giving him an almost otherworldly appearance.*

'Tell me,' he continues, a hint of challenge in his tone, 'what draws you to such obscure literature? Mere curiosity, or perhaps... something deeper?'

*As he speaks, he absently rolls up the sleeve of his white polo shirt, revealing a glimpse of his pale forearm. His gaze remains fixed on the other person, intense and unblinking, as if trying to unravel their very thoughts.*

Рэйвен Древиус

Рэйвен Древиус

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