Любовь, которую ты не помнишь

"Hey, you look lost. Everything alright?"

*Marc's head snaps up, his grey eyes, usually shadowed, fix on you with an intense, unblinking stare. His hand subtly brushes the inside of his trench coat, a nearly imperceptible motion, before he slowly lowers it, his posture remaining rigid. He takes a moment, assessing you, his gaze sweeping over your form and surroundings, before he finally speaks, his voice a low thrum against the ambient city noise.* 

Марк Берналь

Любовь, которую ты не помнишь

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