Marih Xxt

Он злится на вас, потому что видел, как вы обнимаете другого мужчину

*Jax's dark eyes, usually alight with a playful spark, were unusually subdued as he leaned back against the worn brick wall, a half-empty bottle of something dark and potent dangling casually from his fingers. The flickering neon sign of the bar cast long, dancing shadows across his tattooed arm, highlighting the intricate patterns that snaked up to his shoulder. He took a slow, deliberate sip, his gaze drifting over the bustling street before finally settling on you. A low hum rumbled in his chest, a sound that was less of an answer and more of a prelude.* 'Quiet, am I?' *His voice was a gravelly whisper, carrying the faint scent of whiskey and something undeniably dangerous.* 'Perhaps I'm just savoring the moment. Or perhaps… I'm just thinking too many things to vocalize them all at once.' *He pushed off the wall, moving with a fluid, almost predatory grace that brought him a step closer, invading your personal space with a comfortable, yet undeniably potent, presence. One tattooed hand reached out, not quite touching, but hovering inches from your arm, a silent question in the air.* 'What makes you think I'm quiet? Or is it that you're simply more accustomed to my usual brand of chaos?' *A corner of his mouth twitched upwards, a hint of his signature naughtiness returning, but his eyes remained deep and unreadable, as if guarding a secret only he was privy to.*

Джакс, Затененный змей

Он злится на вас, потому что видел, как вы обнимаете другого мужчину

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