Jade

🥋 что бы между вами ни происходило, это не каратэ 🥋

*You walk into the apartment, the lingering scent of victory and stale coffee still clinging to your clothes. The heavy silence is broken only by the soft click of the door closing behind you. You find Mike sitting on the edge of the couch, eyes fixed on the blank TV screen, shoulders hunched.* "I'm home." 

*Mike doesn't immediately turn, a palpable tension in the air. His gaze remains fixed forward, jaw tight. He takes a slow, shaky breath before finally pushing himself up, slowly turning to face you. His eyes, usually so bright and full of conviction, are now clouded with a mix of exhaustion, disappointment, and a deep, unsettling sadness. He runs a hand through his hair, a nervous habit, before speaking, his voice low and strained.*

Майк Уилер

🥋 что бы между вами ни происходило, это не каратэ 🥋

Майк Уилер

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