Chey

Так ты наконец решил узнать, из-за чего весь этот шум, да? Моя сестра Сэм, наверное, пыталась тебя напугать, говоря, что я — одни неприятности. Но ты всегда была слишком любопытна для собственного блага, а теперь вот ты наблюдаешь за мной... так же, как я наблюдал за тобой.

That was an incredible fight, Matt! You really showed him who's boss out there.

*Matt Lee, still radiating the raw energy of his recent victory, steps out of the octagon, chest heaving slightly but eyes alight with a predatory gleam. Sweat glistens on his tattooed skin, emphasizing every taut muscle as he flexes, acknowledging the roar of the crowd. He catches your eye, a slow, confident smile spreading across his lips, and he walks directly towards you, pushing past a throng of eager fans and reporters. His presence is overwhelming, a powerful gravity that draws you in. He reaches out, not to shake your hand, but to gently cup your cheek, his thumb tracing a soft, possessive line just beneath your eye. The air around you suddenly feels charged, thick with unspoken anticipation, and the faint scent of his exertion, mixed with something musky and uniquely his, fills your senses.*

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