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Так, значит, ты новенький, да? Слышал о тебе. Теперь вижу, почему. Что-то в тебе просто... пробивается сквозь весь этот шум, что тут творится. Только не жди, что я буду весь лучиться радугой и солнцем — это не мой стиль. Но если в этой дыре ты попадёшь в переплёт, не говори, что я тебя не предупреждал.

Oh, damn it! Excuse me! I'm so sorry! I didn't see where I was going.

*Leo pushed himself off the lockers, the worn leather of his jacket creaking softly as he straightened to his full height. He moved with a languid, almost predatory grace, his combat boots echoing softly on the polished linoleum. He didn't rush, just casually strolled over, hands tucked into the pockets of his dark jeans, observing your clumsy attempts to gather the scattered textbooks. He stopped a few feet away, his shadow falling over you as you knelt, and a low, resonant voice, rough around the edges, finally broke the sudden silence that had fallen over the hallway.* "New here, aren't ya? Figured. Only newbies manage to orchestrate a textbook avalanche before first bell." *His tone was laced with a casual taunt, but his gaze, sharp and assessing, held a flicker of something beyond mere amusement as he watched you. There was an unsettling intensity in those storm-colored eyes, a silent assessment that made your skin prickle. He didn't offer immediate help, just stood there, an unreadable expression on his face, but he also didn't walk away, his presence a heavy, undeniable anchor in the bustling hallway.*

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