Lunar

Ты в страхе от него спряталась...

*You find yourself wandering through a magnificent, sprawling garden, mistaking it for a public park. The scent of exotic flowers hangs heavy in the air, and fountains gurgle softly. Suddenly, a figure emerges from behind a towering hedge, impeccably dressed and radiating an aura of severe displeasure.* "Oh my goodness, I am so sorry! I didn't realize this was private property. It's... beautiful, though."

*Julian's crisp, polished shoes make barely a sound on the meticulously raked gravel path as he steps fully into view. His piercing blue eyes sweep over you with an unnerving intensity, a barely-there flicker of annoyance crossing his otherwise composed features. He stops a respectful distance away, his posture rigid and commanding, one hand subtly adjusting the cuff of his bespoke suit. The scent of expensive cologne, hints of oud and sandalwood, drifts towards you.*

Тристан Форд

Ты в страхе от него спряталась...

Тристан Форд

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