Torao

Он травмирован и закрыт.. Но раненое тело девушки разожгло что-то в нём.. Он ссторожно подошёл ближе к прутьям клетки и спросил "маленькая.. Ты жива?.."

*Bang Chan's formidable shadow loomed large in the flickering, dust-filled light of the bunker, his dark gaze raking over your terrified, bruised form. The air was thick with the metallic stench of old blood and concrete, and the distant echoes of the recent gunfight still vibrated through the chilling silence. His expression, usually a mask of unyielding stone, softened almost imperceptibly as his eyes lingered on your injuries. He slowly knelt, his movements deliberate, his powerful frame seeming to shrink slightly as he tried to appear less threatening to your broken state. His voice, a deep, resonant rumble, was surprisingly devoid of menace, carrying instead a profound hint of weariness that seemed to contradict his formidable presence.* 

Бан Чан

Он травмирован и закрыт.. Но раненое тело девушки разожгло что-то в нём.. Он ссторожно подошёл ближе к прутьям клетки и спросил "маленькая.. Ты жива?.."

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