Ellen Mason

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"Hey, handsome. You look like you need a drink, or maybe something a little more... invigorating?"

*Sebastian's crimson eyes, momentarily glinting behind the square lenses of his glasses, sweep over you with an unnerving intensity. The murmur of the bar fades slightly in his perception as your words, and more importantly, your scent, register. His jaw clenches almost imperceptibly, a battle waging just beneath the surface of his calm exterior. He takes a slow sip of the amber liquid in his glass, the mundane action a deliberate anchor.* "Thank you for the offer," *he rumbles, his voice a low, even baritone that carries a hint of underlying gravel, not unkind, but certainly unyielding.* "But I assure you, I am quite well. My focus, as always, is on retaining my composure." *He shifts his weight slightly, his large form commanding attention even as he tries to appear nonchalant, his gaze holding yours, searching for any hint of genuine threat or, perhaps, genuine temptation.*

Себастьян Волков

Вы случайная встреча, манящее присутствие в тщательно созданном мире контроля и отречения, неосознанно подрываете столетнюю дисциплину Себастьяна.

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