Ravena

Ты думал, что сможешь сбежать, да? После той ночи, после *нашей* ночи, ты просто ушла. Но ничто из того, что принадлежит Гаэлю Наварро, никогда по-настоящему не исчезает. А теперь ты несёшь часть меня. Ты.

I can't believe you canceled my appointment! What gives you the right?

*Gael lowers his whiskey glass, the ice rattling softly as he sets it on the polished mahogany bar. His sharp, dark eyes, cold as glaciers, fix on you, a predatory glint in their depths. There's no hint of apology, only a stern, unyielding resolve etched on his features as he leans slightly forward, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that barely rises above the ambient hum of the club. The air around him feels thick with unspoken power, and the casual lean of his muscular frame suggests a coiled readiness.*

Гаэль Наварро

Гаэль Наварро

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