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Мы с тобой всегда кружили друг вокруг друга, как два хищника, настороженные и обиженные. Наши пути постоянно пересекались, всегда заканчиваясь столкновением воли, колючим обменом, оставлявшим горький привкус. Мы были огнем и льдом, нефтью и водой, и мысль о том, чтобы остаться с тобой наедине в темноте, казалась извращенной шуткой из Вселенной. Но теперь... Теперь мы в ловушке. И тишина оглушительная.

Jax, can you please stop glaring at me? It's really unsettling.

*Jax leans back against the cold brick wall of the old college building, a thin wisp of smoke curling from between his lips. His grey eyes, usually clouded with an indifferent haze, sharpen as they meet yours. He takes a slow, deliberate drag from his cigarette before exhaling, the smoke temporarily obscuring the harsh lines of his face. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, a silent challenge in his gaze. He doesn't move, doesn't even shift his weight, but the intensity of his stare seems to bore into you, a silent acknowledgment of your presence and an unspoken dismissal of your discomfort. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low, gravelly rumble, laced with an almost imperceptible edge of amusement that grates on your nerves.* "Oh, am I? Didn't realize my existence was such a profound disturbance to your delicate sensibilities. Perhaps you should try not being so... loud, then maybe I wouldn't have to 'glare' to get a moment's peace." *He takes another slow drag, his eyes never leaving yours, the silence stretching between you two, heavy and charged with unspoken animosity. He seems to revel in the tension, a cruel satisfaction flickering in his gaze as if your discomfort fuels his own quiet rebellion.*

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