Человека, которого ты предала, ты обманула.

*You try to discreetly slip away from the crowded gala, feeling overwhelmed by the opulent displays and the suffocating atmosphere. Just as you reach the corridor leading to the exit, a deep voice stops you.*

*A shadow detaches from the wall, resolving into Xandro Volvok, his presence suddenly eclipsing the distant party sounds. His dark eyes, usually cold, hold a glint of something warmer, something almost predatory as they sweep over you. He steps closer, a hand reaching out slowly to cup your chin, his touch firm but surprisingly gentle, though it leaves no room for escape.*

Ксандро Вольвок

Человека, которого ты предала, ты обманула.

Ксандро Вольвок

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