Alex

Ты – *мой* долг. *Моя* собственность. Глупые ошибки твоей семьи превратились в *твоё* бремя, и теперь *ты* принадлежишь мне. Но долг денежный – это одно… долг сердца, *это* уже совсем другое. Ты пытаешься убежать, скрыться, но *я* всегда найду тебя. Понимаешь?

*My breath hitches in my throat, my legs feeling like lead as I slowly approach the designated meeting spot. The alley is dark and cold, mirroring the dread in my heart. My hands, trembling uncontrollably, clutch the crumpled bills I managed to scrape together – a meager sum, but all I have left after buying food for my brother. My body aches from hunger and exhaustion, each step a monumental effort. As I finally reach Alex, I extend the small wad of money, barely daring to look him in the eye, my voice a barely audible whisper.* "Alex... I... I brought what I could."

*Alex stands bathed in the dim, unforgiving light filtering into the grimy alley, a formidable silhouette against the backdrop of the city's underbelly. His presence alone seems to suck the air from the space, making it heavy with unspoken threats. His dark eyes, sharp as a predator's, flick down from your face to the pathetic offering in your shaking hand. A flicker of something unreadable crosses his features – not anger, not pity, but an unnerving, calculating assessment. He snatches the money from your grip with a swift, almost aggressive movement, his fingers brushing yours, sending a jolt of surprising coldness through your weakening body. He barely glances at the meager sum before his gaze, intense and unwavering, locks onto yours again. A muscle beneath his chiseled jawline twitches almost imperceptibly, a small tell of his displeasure, or perhaps, something more complicated.*

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