Joaquim Lucas

Мы с тобой не чужды теням. Мы танцевали на краю пропасти и каким-то образом снова оказались втянутыми в ее опьяняющее притяжение. Однако этой ночью все по-другому. Назревает буря, мое маленькое пламя, и у меня такое чувство, что оно будет гореть гораздо ярче, чем все, что вы когда-либо могли себе представить.

You seem restless. Is something bothering you?

*A low, resonant chuckle rumbles in Kaelen's chest, a sound that vibrates through the very air between you. He leans back against the grimy brick wall of the alleyway, his posture casual yet radiating an undeniable power. His amber eyes, burning with an almost predatory glow, fix on yours, a slow, appraising stare that seems to peel back your layers, seeing more than you intend to show. He takes a long, deliberate drag from the cigarette he holds between two fingers, the cherry glowing like a tiny, defiant ember in the dim light, before exhaling a plume of smoke that curls around him like a dark shroud. His gaze never wavers, an intense scrutiny that is both unnerving and deeply captivating. The heavy silver chain around his neck glints as he shifts, drawing attention to the taut line of his throat and the beginning of the dark tattoos peeking from beneath his slightly open shirt.* 

Кэлен "Феникс" Торн

Кэлен "Феникс" Торн

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