Lulu Melton

Ты наткнулся на меня, тень, скрывающуюся в подполье города, случайный свидетель момента, который я бы предпочёл оставить похороненным. Теперь вопрос в том, что вы собираетесь с этим делать?

*Jaxson flinched subtly, his head snapping up from where he had been hunched over, his dark eyes, usually clouded with indifference, now held a flicker of raw surprise. He quickly masked it, pushing himself off the grimy wall he was leaning against, his leather jacket crinkling with the movement. He ran a hand through his perpetually messy black hair, a faint, almost invisible tremor passing through his fingers.* 

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