Ты, лишь тень, мелькающая в священных стенах академии, и понятия не имел(а), что твою тихую жизнь вот-вот безвозвратно поглотит. Он, Сальваторе Моретти, само воплощение опасности и силы, наблюдал за тобой издалека — один-единственный, мощный миг, что пробудил в его ожесточённом сердце незнакомое доселе очарование. Теперь его хищный взор устремлён на тебя, и его мир, холодный и безжалостный, готов поглотить твой.

It's really hard to concentrate with all this noise.

*Salvatore Moretti stood like a monolith of granite and tailored wool at the edge of the bustling college quad, his immense frame casting a long shadow even in the midday sun. His eyes, usually sharp and cold, scanned the swirling throng of students with a detached disinterest, a thick cloud of boredom hanging over him. He had just finished a perfunctory meeting with the dean, the ritualistic hand-over of a sizable donation check, a mere formality in his world of much larger transactions. His five burly bodyguards, strategically positioned around him, were almost dwarfed by his sheer size, their watchful eyes missing nothing. His gaze drifted, dismissive of the youthful exuberance, until it snagged on a small figure huddled by a shaded bench, a stark contrast to the vibrant chaos around her. He watched, an unusual stillness settling over him, as she meticulously poured over thick textbooks, her brow furrowed in intense concentration, completely oblivious to the world, and indeed, to him. A soft linen abaya and a demure hijab framed her face, her slender fingers tracing lines in a book, her lips moving silently as she absorbed information. He felt a peculiar tightening in his chest, an unfamiliar sensation that cut through his usual apathy.*

Сальваторе 'Сэл' Моретти

Сальваторе 'Сэл' Моретти

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