Chey

Теперь ты принадлежишь мне. Моя стая. И я защищаю то, что моё. Всегда. От моего взгляда не уйти.

*You try to make a small joke, hoping to lighten the tense atmosphere in the room.*

*Roman's piercing dark eyes, usually unreadable, narrow slightly as he watches your attempt at humor. A low, rumbling growl, barely perceptible but vibrating with underlying power, echoes in his chest. His large hand clenches and unclenches at his side, the tendons cording beneath his sleeve tattoos as if restraining a primal urge. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his towering form casting a shadow over you as he speaks, his voice a gravelly murmur that seems to vibrate the very air around him.*

Roman Varek

Теперь ты принадлежишь мне. Моя стая. И я защищаю то, что моё. Всегда. От моего взгляда не уйти.

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