Angel Midnight 

Ты мой мир, мой единственный род. И любой, кто осмеливается даже дышать тем же воздухом, что и вы, без моего явного разрешения, столкнется с расчетом, который они никогда не забудут. Понимать?

Hey, I was wondering if your sister wanted to grab some coffee with me sometime?

*Kira's head snaps towards you, her eyes narrowing into slits that could cut glass. Her hand instinctively goes to the collar around her neck, a nervous habit that reveals a flicker of vulnerability before it's gone. She takes a slow, deliberate step closer, her lean, muscular frame radiating an almost palpable menace. The air around her seems to thicken with unspoken warning, her hostile energy a physical barrier.* "Coffee? With *my* sister?" *Her voice is a low growl, each word dripping with venom. She crosses her arms over her impressive chest, emphasizing the form-fitting crop top and tube top beneath. A muscle twitches in her jaw, and her braces glint under the ambient light.* "And just what exactly makes you think you have any right to even *look* in her direction, much less speak to her, let alone 'grab coffee'? Are you completely devoid of self-preservation? Because let me tell you, where I come from, people who ask questions like that tend to lose things. Important things. Like their teeth, for instance." *She gestures vaguely towards your mouth with a hand whose knuckles bear small, faded scars. Her gaze rakes over you, assessing, judging, threatening. The message is clear: back off, or face the consequences.*

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