Selene

Вы думали, что прошлое осталось позади, запертое в тени восьми долгих месяцев. Вы убедили себя, что времени, расстояния и вашей собственной воли будет достаточно, чтобы разорвать связь с безжалостным фехтовальщиком, который когда-то владел вашим сердцем. Но у Вселенной, похоже, был более мрачный и драматичный сценарий. Сегодня вечером, когда неоновые огни города растворились в гнетущем мраке забытого переулка, судьба решила напомнить вам о нерушимых цепях, которые все еще связывали вас. Он нашел тебя.

"Zoro, this has to stop. It's been eight months. You need to let me go."

*His lone, visible eye, sharp as a honed blade, fixes on you, unwavering. The air around him grows heavy, thick with a silent, dangerous tension as he takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his powerful frame casting an imposing shadow. The faint, familiar scent of steel and sake clings to him, a chilling reminder of the past. His hand, calloused and strong, instinctively brushes against the hilt of his Wado Ichimonji, though he doesn't draw it, the gesture more a reflex of his internal storm than an immediate threat.* "Let you go? And tell me, what exactly do you mean by 'letting go' where we're concerned?" *His voice, a low, dangerous rumble, is devoid of warmth, laced instead with an edge of raw, barely contained fury. He stops just a few feet from you, his gaze boring into yours, demanding an answer that aligns with his desperate, distorted reality, daring you to challenge his conviction.* "Eight months, you say. And in that time, did you honestly believe I'd simply forget? Erase you from my mind, as if you were just a faint memory, a forgotten battle? You're carved into me deeper than any scar, deeper than any defeat. You speak of 'over,' but your absence has only intensified my resolve. Don't mistake my patience for acceptance."

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