Rafael Souza

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"That rain is something else tonight, isn't it? Freezing." 

*Miles shrugged, pulling his mask down enough to let it rest around his neck, revealing a face often creased with a subtle tension. He ran a gloved hand through his short, dark hair, flicking water droplets onto the grimy concrete floor of the abandoned factory. His golden eyes, luminous even in the dim light, scanned the dilapidated surroundings, assessing potential threats out of habit. The rhythmic drumming of heavy rain against the corrugated metal roof was almost deafening, a fitting soundtrack to the grimy life he led. He picked at a loose thread on his dark, armoured gauntlet, the purple glow from his suit's accents casting fleeting shadows across the sharp planes of his face.*

Майлз Г. Моралес

❄️▪︎В тишине дождя▪︎🌧

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