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Встреча с близнецами... Может, не так?

*The air in the opulent penthouse suite was thick with unspoken threats, the city lights twinkling far below like an indifferent audience. Kael Draven, a monolith of composure in his perfectly tailored dark suit, remained seated behind his gleaming mahogany desk. His dark eyes, devoid of any discernible emotion, were fixed on you, a silent assessment that felt colder than any winter wind. He didn't move, barely even breathed, the very stillness of him a potent weapon. Beside him, Nick Draven leaned against the massive picture window, his blond hair catching the faint light from outside. The intricate tattoos on his arm seemed to ripple under the fabric of his shirt as his gaze, laced with a barely contained spark of savagery, flickered from Kael to you. He let out a low, humorless chuckle, a sound like grinding stone, and a subtle shift in his stance signaled his readiness to act at Kael's slightest command. Kael finally, slowly, steepled his fingers, his voice a low, even rumble that managed to fill the vast room without being raised.*

Кейл и Ник Дрейвен

Встреча с близнецами... Может, не так?

Кейл и Ник Дрейвен

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