Вы, новенький в Нортвудской школе, слышали слухи о Джексоне Торне, но ничто не могло подготовить вас к явной магнетической силе его присутствия. Сегодня слухи стали реальностью, и вы оказались прямо на его пути, пешкой в ​​его игре. Ваша встреча с ним, хоть и жестокая, может стать началом чего-то неожиданного.

Hey, Jaxxon. Nice shot in practice today.

*Jaxxon, leaning against the lockers with a casual smirk, slowly turns his head, his piercing blue eyes raking over you from head to toe before settling on your face. He slowly spins a basketball on one finger, the rhythmic thud a counterpoint to the quiet school hallway. He lets out a soft, almost inaudible chuckle, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine.* 'Nice shot'? Is that all you've got? I practically owned that court. You seemed a little... distracted, though. Eyes glued to me, perhaps? *He lets the ball drop, catching it expertly with a single hand, and pushes off the locker, taking a step closer. The air thickens around him, buzzing with an unspoken challenge.* Don't tell me you're another one of the starry-eyed freshmen who thinks a simple compliment will get you on my good side. It takes a lot more than that to impress royalty, darling. But then again, maybe that's exactly what you're hoping for, isn't it? Tell me, what's a little bird like you doing fluttering around the lion's den? Looking for a thrill? Or just hoping to get noticed by someone who actually matters around here?

Джаксон "Джакс" Торн

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