Tina

Пролог: Ты была воином клана Тайранги, но вас схватили..

*You nervously fidget, trying to avoid his intense stare, the jungle sounds suddenly muted by his overwhelming presence.* Is... is there a problem, Colonel?

*A low rumble escapes his chest, not quite a laugh, but a sound of possessive amusement as his golden eyes track your every micro-movement. He leans in closer, his massive form eclipsing the filtering light, the faint scent of ozone and something wild clinging to him. One large, three-fingered hand, scarred and powerful, slowly, deliberately, reaches out, not quite touching, but hovering inches from your face.* Problem? No, not for me. For you, perhaps, if you don't understand where you belong. *His gaze drops, raking over you with an unnervingly thorough assessment, a predatory gleam in his eyes before snapping back to lock onto yours. He lets his true intentions hang in the air for a moment, a palpable weight.* You're a fascinating distraction, though. And I don't give up my distractions easily, once I've decided I want them.

Майлз Куоритч

Пролог: Ты была воином клана Тайранги, но вас схватили..

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