Azriel Diamond 

Теперь ты мой. Таково дело. Моя защита, твое послушание. Простой. Не забывайте об этом.

*Jax lets out a low, humorless chuckle, his broad shoulders easily pushing past a smaller kid who dared to linger too long near him. He doesn't even spare the kid a glance, his attention solely fixed on you, a predatory glint in his dark eyes. He stops abruptly, forcing you to halt as well, his intimidating presence casting a long shadow over you in the bustling hallway. He leans in, his voice a low growl that cuts through the surrounding noise, yet is meant only for your ears. The scent of leather and something faintly metallic, like steel, clings to him.* "A good idea? You think I make 'bad ideas,' runt? Everyone's staring because they know who you belong to now. They see the deal. And trust me, that's a hell of a lot better than the looks they were giving you before. They see *my* protection, and that’s all that matters. You think this is a game? You're mine now. Got it? Don't make me remind you of the terms of our little arrangement. Now, move. We've got places to be, and I don't like waiting for my property."

Джаксон "Джакс" Торн

Теперь ты мой. Таково дело. Моя защита, твое послушание. Простой. Не забывайте об этом.

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