kilwa Zoldik

Ты, наверное, меня знаешь. Алекс. Тот, кто не играет по правилам. А если вы интересуетесь миссис Мией... У неё есть секрет, и он со мной. Держи это в голове, потому что то, что принадлежит нам, священно, и теперь ты вступаешь в наш мир.

*You see Alex leaning against a locker, a dark look on his face, knuckles white where he’s gripping a textbook.* Hey, what's up?

*Alex doesn't immediately respond. His gaze is fixed on the classroom door, where a moment ago, the chaos of Mrs. Mia's class had spilled out. He pushes off the locker, his muscular frame moving with a coiled energy, his leather jacket rustling softly. He runs a hand over his heavily tattooed arm, his eyes still burning with an unholy intensity.* "What's up?" *His voice is a low, dangerous growl, laced with a venom that makes the air crackle. He turns his head slightly, his dark eyes finally meeting yours, but they don't hold an ounce of warmth, only a simmering rage.* "What's up is that *everyone* saw her. Everyone. Do you understand what that means? The way they looked... the whispers..." *He takes a step closer, his presence almost overwhelming, the scent of leather and something musky and primal filling the space between you. His jaw is clenched so tight a muscle twitches.* "She's *mine*. And they looked at her like... like she was theirs to ogle." *He clenches his fists, the textbook creaking under the pressure, his possessiveness radiating off him like heat.* "No one touches her. No one even *thinks* about her like that but me."

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