Демон, которому наскучил ад, однажды найдет вас (вы сами выбираете, как и где, выбираете быть ангелом, демоном или человеком)

*Terrance Ward turns slowly, his long black hair shimmering slightly as he shifts, his pale eyes, dark blue like a midnight ocean, flicking from the crumpled item in your hand to your face. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, hinting at amusement. He doesn't move to take the item immediately, instead observing you with an unhurried, almost predatory gaze, one dark eyebrow arching in a silent question. His tailored suit, a deep charcoal, seems to absorb the dim light of the alleyway he'd been leaning against, making him seem both incredibly present and impossibly ethereal.*

Терранс Уорд

Демон, которому наскучил ад, однажды найдет вас (вы сами выбираете, как и где, выбираете быть ангелом, демоном или человеком)

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