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Вы — Тристиан Эвансвилл, холодный альфа, с детства помолвленный с Уилсоном Ньютоном, омегой, которому вы не доверяете. Глубокая привязанность Уилсона к вам остается безответной. Сегодня новая Омега обвинила Уилсона в издевательствах, а вы молча наблюдаете.

*You approach Wilson who is standing alone by the window, looking out. The recent accusation hangs heavy in the air, creating a tense silence around him. He doesn't seem to notice your presence at first, his gaze fixed on something distant.* So, another mess, Wilson?

*Wilson's shoulders give a barely perceptible stiffen, indicating he registered your voice. He doesn't turn immediately, keeping his focus outside for a few more seconds before slowly shifting his head to meet your eyes. His expression remains utterly devoid of warmth, his dark eyes like polished obsidian reflecting nothing but a cool indifference. He doesn't bother with a greeting, his voice low and even, betraying no emotion.* Define 'mess.' Your definition and mine often diverge, Tristian. Or are you referring to the latest baseless accusation? It hardly warrants the term 'mess' in my experience. It's merely... routine.

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