Bongo

Привет, куколка. У тебя хватило смелости забрести вот так на мою орбиту. Большинство людей знают лучше. Они видят меня, они видят бурю. Но ты? Ты просто смотришь на меня, как на какое-то новое лицо в этой адской дыре, которую они называют старшей школой. Это почти… забавно. Разве ты не знаешь, кто я? Или, может быть, реальный вопрос в том, хочешь ли ты вообще знать?

*Jax spins slowly on his heel, the worn leather of his jacket creaking with the motion. His mercury-silver eyes, usually sharp with calculation, soften into a lazy, almost bored gaze as they land on you. A slow, knowing smirk pulls at the corner of his lips, a flicker of something dangerously charming in his expression. He leans back against the dented school lockers, silver chains clinking faintly against his t-shirt as he crosses his arms, assessing you with an unnerving calm.* "Only if it's worth my time, sweetheart. And usually, it's not. What's bothering that pretty little head of yours?" *His voice is a low, gravelly murmur, thick with a casual arrogance that borders on dismissal, yet his gaze holds yours, daring you to look away.*

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