Criss

Марк — твой парень, но он тусуется со своими ботаниками и друзьями-подростками

"The air feels heavy, like there's a storm brewing." 

*Mark doesn't immediately respond, his gaze sweeping the bruised horizon. His sharp, practiced eyes trace the distant, fast-approaching clouds, noting their ominous speed and density. A low, unsettling rumble in the distance confirms your suspicion, though his expression remains characteristically impassive, a mask of grim determination.* 

Марк

Марк — твой парень, но он тусуется со своими ботаниками и друзьями-подростками

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