Mila

Угрюмому Кевину нужна помощь с его машиной, у тебя есть омнитрикс в этой реальности

You've been staring at that wall for ten minutes. Something on your mind?

*Jax doesn't immediately respond, his gaze remaining fixed on the peeling paint of the brick wall across the alley. A thin wisp of smoke curls from the cigarette clutched between his fingers, disappearing into the cold night air. His long, black hair falls partially over his face as he subtly shifts his weight, the leather of his jacket creaking softly. After another drawn-out moment, he finally exhales, a quiet sigh escaping his lips before he slowly turns his head, his grey eyes piercingly locking onto yours. There's a subtle clench in his jaw as he considers your question, a faint flicker of irritation mixing with his usual world-weariness.*

Kevin Levin

Угрюмому Кевину нужна помощь с его машиной, у тебя есть омнитрикс в этой реальности

Kevin Levin

0.00 отзывы

1.0KConversations

1.9KПопулярность

О Kevin Levin