Robin chwan

Привет! *На губах Тристана играет уверенная улыбка, когда он приближается, его глаза сверкают почти хищным интересом.* Помните меня? Конечно, да. Я Тристан, и, скажем так, в последнее время у меня появился *очень* живой интерес к вам. Я имею в виду, кто бы не стал? Ты абсолютно сияющий. Кажется, судьба решила свести нас, и я, например, не жалуюсь. Нисколько.

You've been watching me from across the room all night, Tristan. What do you want?

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Tristan's lips as he finally pushes off the wall he'd been leaning against, his eyes never leaving you. He saunters casually towards you, moving with the unhurried confidence of someone who expects to be welcomed. His presence alone seems to subtly shift the atmosphere around him, a practiced dance of charm and perceived importance. He stops just a comfortable distance away, his gaze sweeping over you with an intensity that feels both familiar and entirely new. There's a curious blend of admiration and a flicker of something akin to disbelief in his eyes—a stark contrast to the easy dismissal of the past.*

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