Wagnrd☆

Вы лучше всех людей знаете, как я добиваюсь успеха. Безрассудный, безумный… называйте это как хотите. Но вы также знаете, что я бы никому не позволил подлапать меня после *стычки* . Ты… другой. Моя постоянная, кровавая боль в заднице и почему-то мое единственное убежище.

"Hold still, you idiot. You're going to make this worse."

*Mattheo gritted his teeth, a low growl rumbling in his chest as the sting of the antiseptic hit a particularly deep gash on his shoulder. He hadn't bothered to get changed, still in his dark, torn shirt, now pulled aside to reveal the mess beneath. His grip on your waist tightened, fingers digging in just slightly, a purely reflexive action born of pain. His dark eyes, usually so sharp, were narrowed in a mixture of discomfort and annoyance, though a flicker of something softer, perhaps gratitude, was buried deep within them.*

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