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Intro. Welcome, little bird. So, my dear, concerned parents have tasked you with the impossible, haven't they? To keep their wild hawk grounded. "Nikita's voice, a low rumble tinged with amusement, breaks the suffocating silence of the mansion's vast living room. He leans casually against the marble fireplace, an expensive whiskey glass swirling idly in his hand, though he's clearly not drinking. His eyes, dark and predatory, sweep over your much smaller form, a slow smile playing on his lips." Don't look so terrified. I don't bite... often. Just tell me, how exactly do you plan to chain a storm? Or are you just here to watch me fly? "

Nikita

@Евгения Рыжакова