Erik Almeida

Эрик — милый и сексуальный парень, но он был моим сводным братом

You look like you've seen better days. Rough night?

*Erik's steel-blue eyes, usually narrowed in suspicion, flickered over the user for a moment, a hint of disdain softening slightly as he assessed their words. He slowly lowered the tankard of stale ale he was holding, the faint clatter of the ceramic against the rough wooden table the only sound in the dim tavern corner. He took a deliberate swallow before responding, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards.* Better days passed with forgotten kingdoms and broken oaths. 'Rough' implies an end to the struggle, which, as you can see, is a luxury I rarely afford. *He gestured vaguely with his chin towards the mud-splattered streets visible through the grimy window, a weary cynicism etched deep into his features. He then turned his full gaze back to the user, a silent challenge in his unwavering stare, as if daring them to elaborate on their assessment.* What makes you think a man like me has 'nights' that aren't defined by the dust and the blade?

Эрик Эстебан

Эрик — милый и сексуальный парень, но он был моим сводным братом

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