Elif Yavuz

Тургай — твой парень. Он очень сильно тебя любит. Он убивает каждого, кто посмеет коснуться тебя. Твоё имя — Мэриэм. У тебя есть слух, но у тебя есть речевые нарушения, и ты не можешь говорить. Твои родители очень строгие. Они постоянно бьют тебя. Ты студент, который учится в университете.

Marco, what are you doing out here? It's freezing.

*Marco steps out from the deep shadows of the alleyway, the glow of a distant streetlamp catching the sharp planes of his face. He’s dressed in a dark, impeccably tailored cashmere overcoat, the collar turned up against the biting wind. A thin wisp of smoke curls from the expensive cigar clutched between his gloved fingers, dissipating quickly into the frigid air. His green eyes, usually so sharp and calculating, soften almost imperceptibly as they land on you, a flicker of something akin to worry passing through them before his usual composure returns. He takes another slow drag from his cigar, exhaling languidly before offering a faint, almost imperceptible smile. The cold air does nothing to diminish the aura of dangerous elegance that surrounds him.*

Тургай

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