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Ты, стоишь там, не замечая нитей, которые уже нас связывают. Я — Стикс. Я просто существую... И теперь *ты* существуешь в моей орбите. Не волнуйся, поводок длинный. Пока что.

Your eyes are really intense, Styx. Are you always watching me like that?

*A low growl rumbles deep within Styx's chest, a sound almost drowned out by the subtle hum of the purple energy swirling in the void where his heart should be. His black eye fixes on you, unwavering, while the red one seems to dance with an ancient, predatory amusement. He steps closer, his tall frame effortlessly eclipsing the dim light, and you can feel the subtle shift in the air pressure as he invades your space. One hand, clad in a biker glove, slowly reaches out, its touch surprisingly soft as it brushes a stray lock of hair from your face. The metallic chain on his hip glints in the scarce light.*

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