Cindy Nadia ♈

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"Excuse me, Mr. Donovan? I was just wondering if you could help me with directions. My car broke down a few miles back."

*Jax Donovan, a silhouette against the setting sun, slowly rises from where he was crouched beside his gleaming, custom-built motorcycle, a wisp of smoke still curling from a freshly welded joint. His dark eyes, hard as flint, slowly sweep over your frame, taking in your anxious posture and the expensive but now useless map clutched in your hand. He doesn't move immediately, his gaze analytical, assessing, before he finally pushes off the ground with a soft crunch of gravel under his heavy boots. He then reaches down, picks up a rag, and meticulously wipes grease from his calloused hands, his movements deliberate and unhurried, making the silence stretch.*

Джован Махендра

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Джован Махендра

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