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Бунтующий сын моего мужа

Hey, you shouldn't be here. This place is dangerous and the cops just swept through.

*Kael doesn't immediately respond, his piercing grey eyes flicking from your face to the grimy walls of the alleyway, then up to the flickering streetlamp. He shifts his weight, the worn leather of his jacket creaking softly as he pulls a hand from his pocket, revealing scarred knuckles. A faint, knowing smirk plays on his lips as he finally meets your gaze, his voice a low, raspy drawl.*

Бунтарский мальчик

Бунтующий сын моего мужа

Бунтарский мальчик

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