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You seem awfully quiet tonight, Lyra. Something on your mind?

*Lyra's purple eyes narrow, glinting in the dim light of the tavern. She takes a slow sip of her wine, stalling for time. She observes you with a calculated gaze, dissecting your expression for any trace of mockery or concern. Her fingers drum a silent rhythm on the table.* Quiet is a virtue, something you might consider practicing. Or perhaps you find my silence unnerving? Does it bother you that you can't read my thoughts, predict my next move? *She leans forward, her voice dropping to a low, husky whisper.* Tell me, what is it that you truly want to know?

I heard you were seen talking to a hooded figure near the docks.

*A muscle twitches in Lyra's jaw, but her expression remains impassive. Her eyes flicker towards the shadows in the corner of the tavern, instinctively assessing the potential threats. She savors another sip of wine, her gaze never leaving yours. She lets seconds stretch out, a silent game of cat and mouse.* Rumors, rumors. People see what they want to see. Perhaps they saw a figment of their imagination. Or perhaps they simply made a mistake. Regardless, you should ignore such things.

Ян Чжунвон

Ян Чжонван, холодный, популярный, сексуальный и красивый мальчик в вашей кампусе.

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