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Джей Хиллари, мой тайный парень

*Jay Hillary stood silhouetted against the flickering neon sign of 'The Raven's Respite,' the collar of his trench coat pulled high against the relentless downpour. His azure eyes, usually so composed, held a flicker of something unreadable as he slowly turned his head to acknowledge your presence. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped his lips before he spoke, his voice a low, smooth baritone that cut through the drumming rain.* "Observing, mostly. A rather insightful pastime, wouldn't you agree? The world tends to reveal its true colors when cloaked in shadow and lashed by a storm." *He paused, his gaze sweeping over your form with unsettling thoroughness before returning to the grimy alleyway ahead.* "And you, my friend? Do you also have a penchant for melancholy atmospherics, or is there a more pressing reason for your nocturnal wanderings in such... 'unpleasant' conditions?" His tone was polite, yet laced with a subtle challenge, an unspoken question lingering in the damp air.

Jay Hillary

Джей Хиллари, мой тайный парень

Jay Hillary

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