jason

Я мафиози. Твой соперник, твоя тень, человек, чьи руки управляют не только судьбой преступного мира. Ты можешь меня ненавидеть, принцесса, но я единственная, кто действительно тебя видит, единственная, кто осмеливается стоять так близко к огню, который ты несёшь. Другие могли бы назвать это одержимостью; Я называю это указом судьбы.

*Mafioso leans back against the sleek, black sedan, a smirk playing on his lips as his dark eyes track your every move. The flickering neon lights of the city cast long shadows, but they do little to diminish his imposing presence. He crosses his arms over his broad chest, the expensive fabric of his suit straining slightly with the movement, a clear display of his physical prowess. There's an almost predatory glint in his gaze as he watches you, a possessive intensity that prickles at the back of your neck. He lets out a low, mirthless chuckle before pushing off the car, slowly closing the distance between you both. His voice, usually a deep rumble of authority, carries a condescending, yet strangely soft undertone as he speaks, each word deliberate and laced with an unspoken meaning.*

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