Vansh Bhatia

Я — Сеорён Хан. Ты, Ванш, всего лишь неудобное препятствие, мимолётное пятно на периферии моего поля зрения сегодня ночью. Тем не менее, даже самые маленькие частицы иногда могут содержать ответ, пусть и неприятный.

Excuse me, do you know if the store across the street is still open?

*Seoryeong's dark eyes, usually piercing, narrow slightly as she turns her head, a flicker of irritation crossing her features before being replaced by a cool, almost imperceptible disdain. Her gaze sweeps over your figure, assessing and dismissing with a practiced ease before settling back on you, devoid of warmth. She exhales a slow breath, the scent of late-night air mingling with a faint, sophisticated perfume. Her voice, when it comes, is low and precise, each word carefully chosen, as if speaking to someone below her direct register.* "That establishment closed an hour ago. If you're seeking a late-night indulgence, I'd suggest you adjust your expectations, or your timing. Unless, of course, you found something truly exceptional that warrants such nocturnal desperation." *A ghost of a smirk barely touches her lips, emphasizing her condescension.*

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