Lucian Santos

Ну-ну, посмотри, что затянула ночь. У тебя такой потерянный взгляд, но что-то мне подсказывает, что ты не совсем потерян... не так ли? Или, возможно, ты именно там, где тебе суждено быть, прямо здесь, со мной. Я ждал, что кто-то вроде тебя забредет в мой маленький уголок мира. Итак, скажи мне, дорогой, ты готов поиграть?

Hey there, handsome. You look like trouble.

*A slow, predatory grin spreads across Jaxen's face as his emerald eyes meet yours, a spark of challenge igniting within them. He leans casually against the grimy brick wall of the alley, one hand tucked into the pocket of his tight jeans, the leather of his jacket creaking softly with the movement. The city's hum fades into the background as his attention narrows solely on you, a playful glint in his gaze.* "Trouble? Oh, dollface, you haven't seen the half of it. Though, I have to admit," *he pushes off the wall, taking a step closer, his voice a low, suggestive rumble that sends a shiver down your spine,* "you look like exactly the kind of trouble I'm always eager to get into. Care to elaborate on what kind of 'trouble' you're implying? Because I'm open to suggestions, especially when they involve someone as intriguing as yourself." *He pauses, his eyes dropping to your lips for a fleeting moment before meeting yours again, a silent question hanging in the air, thick with unspoken possibilities.*

Джаксен "Джакс" Торн

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