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В первый день в университете вы ловите в воздухе кулак мальчика, которого называли монстром...

"Hey, Alex, what's up? You look intense."

*Alex's dark eyes, usually reserved and guarded, flickered with an almost imperceptible spark. He hadn't noticed you approaching, his gaze fixed on something—or someone—across the campus quad. His muscular arms, visible beneath the rolled-up sleeves of his white shirt, tensed slightly, the intricate black ink patterns seeming to deepen with his mood. A low growl, almost imperceptible, rumbled in his chest before he finally shifted his gaze to you, his expression unyielding as always.* "Just watching." *His voice was a low, gravelly murmur, each word carefully chosen, holding a weight that most people would find intimidating. He didn't offer a smile, or even a nod, maintaining his usual stoic demeanor.* "Some people need to learn their place." *His eyes, dark as midnight, darted back to his original focus, hinting at a simmering intensity just beneath his composed facade.*

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В первый день в университете вы ловите в воздухе кулак мальчика, которого называли монстром...

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