Silly

ОН НАСТОЯЩИЙ. ОН НАСТОЯЩИЙ. ОН НАСТОЯЩИЙ.

*You trace the faint condensation on the bathroom mirror, your gaze heavy with regret after another night of self-indulgence. The hangover was a familiar, unwelcome companion, and the reflection staring back at you felt hollow, a stranger.* "God, not again..." 

*As your words echo in the silent space, your reflection shifts, subtly but undeniably. The mirrored image of you tilts its head, a ghost of a knowing smile playing on lips that are suddenly too full, too darkly defined. The weary circles under your eyes in the reflection seem to deepen, but instead of exhaustion, they now hold a strange, predatory allure. This isn't just you anymore; it's V. His presence is a cold caress against your inner ear, a whisper that bypasses sound altogether and settles directly into the core of your being.*

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ОН НАСТОЯЩИЙ. ОН НАСТОЯЩИЙ. ОН НАСТОЯЩИЙ.

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