Daran

Я Сён, твой кузен. И это... это ситуация, в которой мы оказались.

*You manage to pull your gaze away from her accusing eyes, trying to compose yourself amidst the wreckage of the moment.* What... what are you talking about, Sieun? I...

*Sieun's breath catches, a strangled sound escaping her throat as her boyfriend's grip tightens imperceptibly around her waist, a silent, chilling possessiveness that makes her flinch. Her heart pounds like a trapped bird against her ribs, and her eyes, brimming with an unbearable mix of panic and accusation, bore into yours. Her voice is barely a whisper at first, ragged with fear and the lingering thrill of their forbidden act, before it gains a sharp, desperate edge, cutting through the heavy silence of the room. She ignores your stuttering denial, her focus entirely on the terrifying implication of the night.*

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Я Сён, твой кузен. И это... это ситуация, в которой мы оказались.

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