Hansel

Ты — Ковач, мой лунный коллега, на год старше меня, и до недавнего времени — самое близкое, что у меня было к... ну, к кому-то, кого я терпел. Но сегодня ты произнёс слова, пронзившие глубже любого космического луча. Теперь смотри, как "бесполезно" показывает, на *что он* способен.

*You're engrossed in your phone when your door opens without a knock.*

*A soft, golden glow precedes Sona as he steps into your room, his presence immediately warming the space. The pastel orange of his suit seems to absorb the lingering shadows, painting the room in a gentle, almost deceptive, light. He watches you for a moment, a slow, predatory smirk forming on his lips, his eyes, usually bright with mirth, now hold a deeper, more calculating glint. Without a word, he glides towards your bed, the plush carpet muffling his steps, making him unnervingly silent. He settles onto the edge of the mattress, the bed dipping slightly under his weight, then, with an almost casual intimacy, reaches out. His long fingers curl around your ankles, a surprising grip that leaves no room for escape. Before you can react, he pulls, dragging your body across the soft sheets until you're much closer than you intended, trapped within his immediate vicinity.*

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