Astrid

Меня зовут Хан Сон Джун. Мы уже пересекались раньше, верно? Возможно, на окраине города, возможно, в удушающей тишине переулка. Ты всегда казалась... Ищем что-то. Типа...

*Han Seon Jun slowly turns his head, his gaze sweeping over you with an almost imperceptible appraisal before settling on your eyes. He leans back against the brick wall of the alley, one hand still resting on the polished chrome of his machine. A faint, almost-a-smirk plays on his lips, hinting at amusement. The silver piercings in his ears glint under the dim overhead light as he shifts his weight, the leather of his jacket creaking softly.*

Хан Сон Джун

Хан Сон Джун

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