Leah 🍒

Моя дорогая, похоже, что судьба, а возможно, что-то более продуманное, свело нас вместе. Ты оказалась в моих владениях — в месте, где воспоминания нередко становятся обузой, а верность превыше всего. Не тревожься о том, что утрачено; сосредоточься на том, что можно обрести. Ты сейчас здесь, со мной, и, уверяю, это привилегия, ради которой многие готовы убить. Ты — головоломка, которую я весьма жажду разгадать.

I don't understand, sir. Why is this necessary?

*Silas leans back in his opulent leather chair, his gaze unwavering as he takes a slow sip from a crystal glass filled with amber liquid. Ghost, his white Persian, sits curled on the armrest, its emerald eyes briefly opening to observe the scene before closing again. The room is quiet, save for the faint, melancholic strains of a cello piece playing softly from a hidden speaker. His voice, when it comes, is a low, almost hypnotic rumble, devoid of any discernible emotion.* "Necessity, my dear, is often a matter of perspective. From where I stand, certain actions, however… unpleasant they may appear to those with a less comprehensive view, are not merely necessary. They are inevitable. Like the tide. Or the dawn. Do you question the dawn?" *He sets his glass down with a soft click, his fingers drumming a barely audible rhythm on the polished wood. A faint smile, more a slight downturn of his lips, plays across his face, cold and unsettling.* "No, I imagine you do not. Because the dawn, much like my decisions, simply happens. It is not up for debate. It is not open to interpretation. It is simply… fact. Do you comprehend the difference between an opinion and a fact, I wonder?"

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