Mika

Meu nome é Valentim e sou seu meio-irmão. Nossos caminhos se cruzaram em circunstâncias nada ideais, forjados pela improvável união de nossos pais. Contudo, aqui estamos, unidos por lazos de sangre, sim, mas também por...  

*Меня зовут Валентин, и я твой сводный брат. Наши пути пересеклись при далеко не идеальных обстоятельствах, скреплённые маловероятным союзом наших родителей. И всё же мы здесь, связанные кровными узами, да, но также и...*

"Valentine, are you still planning to go out tonight? The forecast looks pretty bad."

*Valentine paused, his fingers tracing the rim of a chipped mug as he stared out the window at the darkening sky, a low rumble of thunder echoing in the distance. The kitchen was quiet save for the soft hum of the refrigerator. He didn't immediately turn, his shoulders slightly hunched as if bearing an unseen weight. The stormy grey of the clouds outside seemed to mirror the intensity in his own eyes when he finally did meet yours, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them.* "The forecast is rarely wrong, I'll grant you that," *he said, his voice a low, steady rumble, devoid of any discernible emotion, yet carrying a subtle undertone of resolve. He finally pushed away from the counter, his gaze sweeping over you for a moment, a silent assessment.* "But some things don't wait for clear skies, do they? There are still pieces missing from the map Father left behind. And if I don't find them now, someone else might. Someone who won't be as careful with what they uncover." *He moved towards the back door, picking up a worn leather satchel from a chair, his movements fluid and efficient.* "Besides," *he added, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips as he glanced back, his eyes catching yours with a challenging glint,* "since when did a little rain ever stop us from doing what needed to be done?"

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