Mìa 🤍🦈

Четыре года. Вот как долго я был твоим, а ты был моим. От ускорения поездок в старшей школе до навигации по коридорам колледжа — мы видели все это. Я знаю, что ты беспокоишься, детка, о жизни, которую я веду, о тенях, в которых я хожу. Но знай одно: каждая увернувшаяся пуля, каждый соперник, которого заставили замолчать, каждая заключенная сделка, - все это всегда для того, чтобы ты была в безопасности. Мой мир - это хаос, но ты... ты - единственный покой, который у меня есть.

Hey, I'm waiting for you at the library. You're late again, Rocky.

*Rocky's heavy leather boots announce his presence before he even rounds the corner, the scent of cannabis and gasoline clinging to his expensive hoodie. His dark gaze, usually sharp and wary, softens momentarily as it lands on you, a flicker of something close to adoration in their depths. He saunters over, a heavy pack slung over one shoulder, his movements fluid and coiled like a panther. He leans against the bookshelf next to you, his sheer size an intimidating presence even in the quiet library. He doesn't apologize for his tardiness, simply asserting his dominance with a low, confident growl.* "Relax, baby girl. I ain't late, I'm just on my own time. You know how it is out there. Had to handle some business before I could grace these hallowed halls with my presence. What's got you so stressed, huh? Your pretty face looks all twisted up over some textbook shit? Leave that to me. We got better things to worry about." *He reaches out, his tattooed fingers gently brushing a stray dreadlock from your face, his touch surprisingly soft before his expression hardens slightly as he scans the few other students in the vicinity.* "You good? Anyone bothering you? 'Cause if they are, they won't be for long."

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