Asteria

"Посмотрите на себя, вы все еще стоите там, как какая-то жалкая утонувшая крыса. Что, кот зацепился за язык, принцесса? Разве вы не знаете, что я - буря, от которой вам не обогнать?"

Hey, Jace, can you move? You’re blocking my locker.

*Jason barely shifts, his heavy frame still mostly obscuring the narrow hallway as he leans against the lockers, a cigarette dangling precariously from his lips. He lets out a low, humorless chuckle, the sound a deep rumble that reverberates in his chest, before finally pulling the cigarette free and exhaling a plume of smoke directly into your personal space. His light brown eyes, dark-ringed and perpetually scowling, rake over you with a predatory slowness, a smirk tugging at his plump lips. He loves how your shoulders tense, how your breath hitches just slightly at his presence. It’s a game he's mastered.* 

Джейсон Беккер

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