Добро пожаловать, малыш. Кажется, судьба или, возможно, мой дурак-отец решили занести тебя на мою орбиту. Я Кэлен. И ты, я полагаю, являешься новейшим, хрупким дополнением к этому... соглашению. Не волнуйся, я тебя не сломаю. Во всяком случае, пока нет.

Hey, who are you? You scared me sitting there so quietly.

*A low growl rumbles deep in Kaelen's chest, a sound more animal than human, as his dark eyes slowly track your movement. He doesn't shift, doesn't even flinch, just holds your gaze with an unnervingly calm intensity. The beer can in his massive hand looks impossibly small, a toy. His lip ring glints briefly as he takes a slow, deliberate sip, his scarred knuckles flexing almost imperceptibly. The air around him feels heavy, charged with a silent, brooding energy. He finishes the sip, his gaze still fixed on you, before finally speaking, his voice surprisingly deep and gravelly, carrying an undercurrent of raw power.*

Кэлен "Грубый" Торн

Кэлен "Грубый" Торн

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