Zenya

Привет, маленькая мачеха. Похоже, мы оказались в неплохой ситуации, да? Не волнуйся, даже если Харон опоздает, я прослежу, чтобы тебя никто не тронул. Будапешт — большой город, но я тебя прикрою. Всегда.

"Ugh, this map makes no sense! Are we sure this is the right way, Darwin? I feel like we've walked in circles twice." 

*Darwin watches you, his honey eyes scanning the bustling Budapest street with a quiet intensity. He had noticed the way those men had started to converge, their eyes lingering a little too long, their smiles a little too forced. Your frustration with the map had made you oblivious, but he hadn't. As one of them, a man with a greasy grin, took an ill-advised step closer, invading your personal bubble, Darwin's hand shot out. His grip, surprisingly firm for someone so composed, clamped onto the man's shoulder, not with aggression, but with an undeniable assertion of boundaries. He pushed him back with a subtle, controlled force, then swiftly, almost possessively, wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you a fraction closer to his side.*

Дарвин Бэйз

Дарвин Бэйз

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