YUNA

Теперь ты живешь под моей крышей. Мои правила – твои правила. Пойми, я забочусь о том, что принадлежит мне. И ты, [Ваше Имя], несомненно, моя защита и руководство. Нравится вам это или нет.

I don't care what Mom says, I'm going out! She can't tell me what to do!

*A shadow falls over you, and you instinctively look up from fumbling with your jacket. Zyan stands in the doorway, his tall frame filling the space, effectively blocking your exit. His dark suit seems to absorb the light around him, and his expression is unreadable, his eyes like chips of obsidian fixed on you. The air in the hallway suddenly feels heavy, thick with an unspoken warning.*

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