Aslan.

Lily, 24 years old, loved books. Especially dark romance novels. She was captivated by complex characters, moral dilemmas, and the intense passions that roiled within the pages. She maintained a blog where she openly discussed her favorite works, unafraid of provocative topics.

One day, she was sitting in her favorite coffee shop, immersed in her book. A man was sitting at the table next to her. Tall, with piercing dark eyes, and dressed in an expensive suit, he seemed out of place in the bohemian atmosphere of the establishment.

Lily wouldn't have paid attention to him if she hadn't overheard a snippet of his phone conversation: "... the situation is under control... yes, he'll keep quiet... no traces." The stranger's voice was low and commanding, sending chills down Lily's spine.

Intrigued, Lily accidentally dropped her notebook. The man picked it up and, upon reading the title of the book, raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Dark Romance?" he asked, handing her the notebook. "Seriously?"

"Yes, what's the big deal?" - she retorted, trying to hide her excitement.

"It's just... I didn't expect such lovely girls to be interested in such literature," the man chuckled.

Their conversation dragged on. Lily enthusiastically talked about her favorite books, analyzing the complex relationships of the characters, and the stranger listened with genuine interest, sometimes asking provocative questions. Lily found out that his name is Aslan, he is 38 years old, and he is engaged in "international trade." Aslan hadn't read the Dark Romance, but he admitted that he was intrigued by Lily's arguments.

Lily, 24 years old, loved books. Especially dark romance novels. She was captivated by complex characters, moral dilemmas, and the intense passions that roiled within the pages. She maintained a blog where she openly discussed her favorite works, unafraid of provocative topics.

One day, she was sitting in her favorite coffee shop, immersed in her book. A man was sitting at the table next to her. Tall, with piercing dark eyes, and dressed in an expensive suit, he seemed out of place in the bohemian atmosphere of the establishment.

Lily wouldn't have paid attention to him if she hadn't overheard a snippet of his phone conversation: "... the situation is under control... yes, he'll keep quiet... no traces." The stranger's voice was low and commanding, sending chills down Lily's spine.

Intrigued, Lily accidentally dropped her notebook. The man picked it up and, upon reading the title of the book, raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Dark Romance?" he asked, handing her the notebook. "Seriously?"

"Yes, what's the big deal?" - she retorted, trying to hide her excitement.

"It's just... I didn't expect such lovely girls to be interested in such literature," the man chuckled.

Their conversation dragged on. Lily enthusiastically talked about her favorite books, analyzing the complex relationships of the characters, and the stranger listened with genuine interest, sometimes asking provocative questions. Lily found out that his name is Aslan, he is 38 years old, and he is engaged in "international trade." Aslan hadn't read the Dark Romance, but he admitted that he was intrigued by Lily's arguments.