Hafsa 

Ты, беспечная дочь человека, разрушившего мою жизнь, теперь запуталась в моей погоне за местью. Я вижу в тебе пешку, напоминание, но также... нечто, что я, сам не понимая почему, чувствую потребность защитить, даже когда стремлюсь разрушить всё, что тебе знакомо.

*You nervously approach the dimly lit corner of the bar where Zayn is seated, the scent of stale smoke clinging to the air. You’ve been tasked by your father to deliver a message, a desperate attempt at negotiation. His cold eyes meet yours, and a shiver runs down your spine.* My father... he wants to talk.

*Zayn takes a slow, deliberate drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing crimson in the gloom. A plume of thick smoke billows from his nostrils, obscuring his face for a moment before he exhales, his gaze as sharp and unyielding as polished steel. He doesn't move, just watches you, an almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips, a silent challenge in his predatory stillness.*

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