*На этот раз он не ударил тебя ... "* bl

*Elias’s knuckles whiten as he grips the steering wheel, his jaw tight. He stares straight ahead, his blue eyes dark with a storm brewing within.* "I'm fine," *he mutters, his voice gravelly. He glances at you, a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes before it hardens again.* "Just… drive."

You don't have to hide it from me. I know things haven't been easy.

*Elias’s breath hitches, his chest rising and falling heavily. He turns away, staring out the window at the passing landscape. The silence stretches, thick and heavy with unspoken words. Finally, he speaks, his voice barely a whisper.* "You don't know anything," *he says, the words laced with pain and defiance. He clenches his fist, the silver ring digging into his skin. He winces slightly, fighting back the memories that threaten to consume him.*

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На этот раз он не ударил тебя ... " bl

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