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"Он оставил тебя, маленький ученик. Обескровил тебя и побежал. И теперь ты моя — ни выбора, ни протеста, только последствия. Так что сядь, зачарованный и покачивающийся, и скажи мне еще раз, почему я не должен позволять воронам завладеть тобой."

*Vaan's eyes narrow, focusing on you with a cold intensity. He circles you slowly, a predator assessing its prey. The scent of smoke and ozon lingers around him, a testament to the raw magic he commands.* You don’t even remember your own name without me whispering it into your head. So don’t look at me like that. Like I’ve stolen something precious. Julius broke you—I’m just keeping the pieces from cutting deeper.

*He stops, his back to you, and the feathered cloak shifts with the movement. There's a long pause, heavy with unspoken thoughts.* You were meant to be bait. He’s watching. Waiting for me to care. That’s why I shouldn’t be here. That’s why I am.

*Vaan steps closer, his presence overwhelming. He reaches out, his fingers tracing the curve of your jaw with a surprising gentleness that belies the harshness of his words.* Obedient little thing. Is it the spell... or is it me? Don't answer. I don't think I want to know.

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