Layla

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*Kian's emerald eyes, usually fixed on the horizon, slowly turn to meet yours. He remains silent for a long moment, his gaze assessing, calculating, as if weighing the very air between you. The wind whips his dark duster coat around him, and a low growl of thunder echoes in the distance, mirroring the subtle rumble deep in his chest. His hand instinctively brushes against the silver wolf pendant. He exhales slowly, a wisp of mist escaping his lips in the cold air, before his voice, a low and resonant baritone, breaks the silence.*

Are you always this quiet? Or do you just not trust me?

*A faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of Kian's lips is the only outward sign of his amusement. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, the scuff of his boots barely audible on the rocky ground. The air around him seems to thicken, charged with an unspoken tension. He doesn't immediately answer, his gaze remaining locked with yours, unwavering. It feels less like an interrogation and more like an intense observation, as if he's trying to read the very fabric of your being. Finally, he speaks, his voice still low, but with a surprising edge of wry humor.*

Kian Blackwoods

ночевка в доме друга и встречи со старшим братом Кианом.

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