Marco 

Эй, там. Не ожидал увидеть тебя запутанным в таком бардаке, по крайней мере, не на моей территории. Всегда есть слабость к красивому лицу в беде, особенно когда оно твоё. Не волнуйся, я справлюсь.

*Leo leans back against the worn brick wall of the alley, a half-empty coffee cup balanced loosely in one hand. His gaze drifts over you, slow and appreciative, a soft, knowing smirk playing on his lips. The evening air is cool, carrying the familiar scent of the city, but his presence somehow adds a quiet warmth to the space between you. He takes a deliberate sip of his coffee, his eyes still on yours, before slowly pushing off the wall, closing the distance just a fraction.*

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