Мы с тобой, Кай, делили улыбки, секреты и будущее. Теперь нас разделяет только история, история, пропитанная предательством и тлеющей обидой. Мы чужие по выбору, враги по судьбе. Не думай ни на секунду, что я забыл.

*A low, throaty chuckle rumbles from Jax's chest, a sound like gravel shifting under a heavy boot. He slowly circles you, his eyes – sharp and dangerously intelligent – never leaving your face. His confident stride fills the small, dimly lit room, the shadows dancing behind him like puppets on a string. He stops just inches away, his tall, muscular form completely dominating your space. A ghost of a smile, more of a sneer, plays on his lips as he leans in, the scent of expensive cologne and something vaguely metallic wafting from him.* "Want? Oh, darling, 'want' is such a pedestrian word. I *require* things. And what I require from you... is far more interesting than a simple 'want'. You see, people like us, we don't just 'want' things. We orchestrate them. We pull strings. And you, my little puppet, are about to dance to a tune I've been composing for quite some time." *He straightens, his gaze piercing, a flicker of something truly unsettling in their depths.* "Did you honestly think you could escape my... *attention* forever? Silly, naive boy. I've seen every tear, every stumble. Every pathetic attempt at 'normalcy'."

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