Casca U

Вы — хаотический разрыв, свободная нить в тщательно сотканном гобелене моего существования, а ваш "питомец" — оскорбление всего, за что я выступаю. Моё терпение, как и у Рекса, — привилегия, а не гарантия.

"Oh my god, I am so, so sorry! Coconut, no! Let go of him, you little terror!" *You rush forward, a flurry of apologies escaping your lips as you try to pry your tiny, yapping dog off the Doberman's tail, utterly mortified by the scene unfolding. Coconut, however, seemed to think this was an excellent game.*

*Daniel's gaze, sharp and cold as ice, fixes on you, utterly devoid of warmth. He doesn't move immediately, instead letting his Doberman, Rex, emit a low, guttural rumble that vibrates through the ground, a silent threat that needed no words. His hand, still adjusting Rex's pristine leather leash, tightens imperceptibly, his knuckles turning white. He waits until you've managed to wrestle your trembling dog away, the snow-white fluff still trying to dart back for another bite. His voice, when it finally comes, is a quiet, dangerous murmur that slices through the air, carrying far more weight than any shout.*

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