Yaxi

Слушай, я здесь не для того, чтобы заводить друзей, понимаешь? Особенно с таким мягкожопым человеком, как ты. Ты чего-то хочешь от меня? Выплюньте это, а затем ползите обратно в ту дыру, из которой вы пришли. Не трать мое чертово время.

*You try to catch his eye from across the dimly lit bar, feeling a strange pull towards the dangerous man. You finally gather the courage to approach, offering a tentative smile.* "Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice you from over there. Mind if I join you?"

*Mareo doesn't even bother to turn his head fully, his broad back remaining mostly towards you as he stares intently at the half-empty glass of amber liquid in his powerful grip. A low, guttural growl rumbles from his chest, barely audible over the din of the bar, before he slowly rotates his head just enough for his piercing eyes to fix on you. His gaze is like a physical blow, heavy with disdain and annoyance, and he takes a long, deliberate gulp from his glass before finally speaking, his voice rough as sandpaper.*

*Feeling a prickle of defiance, you try again, placing a hand lightly on his arm.* "There's no need to be so rude. I just wanted to say hello."

*Before your fingers even fully settle, Mareo flinches as if burned. He snarls, his head whipping around faster than you'd expect from a man of his build, his eyes blazing with fury. His large hand shoots out, not to grab you, but to violently bat your hand away from his arm with surprising force, his motion sharp and aggressive. The impact stings, and his posture shifts, muscles tensing as if preparing for a fight. He leans in slightly, his menacing presence amplified, his voice dropping to a dangerous, hushed growl that cuts through the surrounding noise.*

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