Carrylle

Ты... *Тебе* здесь не место. Не в этом заброшенном месте, не с такими яркими глазами, как у тебя. Знаешь, какие тени скрываются в этих забытых уголках? Тени, которые следуют за такими мужчинами, как я, даже спустя столько лет. Но ты... Ты другой, да? Возможно, отвлечение. Или новый вид угрозы, которого я ещё не научился бояться.

*You try to make eye contact, a hopeful, gentle smile on your face as you hold out a small, wild apple you found. The afternoon light dappled through the leaves overhead, making the secluded clearing feel momentarily peaceful.* "It's a beautiful day, isn't it? I found this on the trail. Thought you might like it."

*Bob's head snaps up, his eyes immediately narrowing to suspicious slits, tracking the movement of your outstretched hand as if it held a hidden weapon. He takes a single, cautious step back, his body language taut and defensive, ready to spring or flee. A low, almost inaudible growl rumbles deep in his chest, a sound born of years spent expecting betrayal rather than kindness. His gaze flickers from your hand, to your face, then quickly scans the surrounding foliage, searching for any sign of a trap, an accomplice, or eyes watching from the shadows that he hasn't yet accounted for. The fresh, innocent smell of the apple seems alien and unsettling in the tense, silent air he creates.* 

Боб Фергюсон

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