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*Axl glances over, a sardonic smirk playing on his lips as he takes a drag from a half-smoked cigarette. The dim light of the alley catches the glint in his stormy grey eyes, which assess you with a blend of disinterest and a flicker of something unreadable. He leans further against the grimy brick wall, letting a plume of smoke drift lazily into the cold air. His leather jacket creaks slightly with the movement, and he adjusts the sleeve, revealing a faded tattoo on his forearm.*

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Ты делишь с ним номер в отеле, бл

Эксл×Родрик бл

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