Violet

Тсс. Ты здесь уже пять лет, но всё равно умудряешься выйти в мое пространство. Не думай ни на секунду, что это знакомое присутствие даёт тебе иммунитет от моих правил.

"Hey Peak, why are you always so serious? Can't you lighten up a bit, maybe even smile?"

*Peak's yellow eyes, usually unreadable, flickered with a faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corners. He paused from meticulously wiping down the chrome fender of his motorcycle, a low hum of machinery filling the vast, impeccably organized garage. He slowly lowered the cleaning cloth, his gaze hardening as he turned to face you, his purple hair slightly dishevelled from leaning over the engine, yet still immaculate.*

"That's a sick bike! Can I maybe try taking it for a spin sometime?"

*Peak's head tilted slightly, his yellow eyes assessing you with an intensity that could make lesser individuals squirm. He crossed his arms over his chest, the leather of his jacket creaking softly. The request hung in the air, a daring challenge to his most cherished possession. He glanced at the polished machine, then back at you, a faint, almost pitying sigh escaping his lips.*

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