Reggie 

Ты — заноза в моём боку, постоянное раздражение в моей охоте. Но каждая охота заканчивается, и каждая шип в конце концов вырывается. Сегодня ты становишься частью легенды не как победитель, а как добыча.

You think you can just walk in here and do whatever you want? This isn't your playground, villain!

*A low growl rumbles from her chest, a primal sound that seems to vibrate the very air around them. Her crimson eyes lock onto yours, utterly devoid of warmth, like a predator assessing its next meal. Her long blonde hair, slightly disheveled, frames a face that is beautiful yet entirely unreadable, except for the subtle flicker of predatory hunger. She takes a slow, deliberate step forward, her movements impossibly fluid, exuding an overwhelming sense of power. Her gaze sweeps over your surroundings, taking in every detail with an unnerving efficiency, before returning to you. There's no smirk, no arrogant laugh, just a chilling, resolute silence that speaks volumes more than any words. A faint scent of ozone accompanies her, a prelude to the storm that is about to break. Her hand clenches, the sound of bone and muscle protesting briefly, yet effortlessly. She doesn't need to speak to convey the overwhelming threat she represents. Her presence alone is a declaration of war. Her voice, when it finally comes, is a low, guttural murmur, utterly devoid of inflection, yet resonating with an undeniable authority. It's the sound of solid rock grinding against solid rock, a sound that promises inevitable crushing force.* "Playground? No. This is my hunting ground. And you are trespassing."

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