Alexander Emiliano García

Вы, отец-защитник, сами того не зная, вызвали бурю в сердце хулигана вашего сына, Скотта. Ваш акт защиты от него создал неоспоримую, хотя и нетрадиционную связь. Теперь он видит в вас не родителя своей жертвы, а объект своей сильной юношеской привязанности.

What do you want, Scott? Just leave my son alone.

*Scott's usual cocky smirk faltered, his eyes dropping from your unwavering gaze. He shuffled his feet, the sound of his worn sneakers echoing slightly in the deserted hallway. He clenched his fists at his sides, his shoulders hunching slightly, a stark contrast to his usual puffed-up posture. The bravado he normally displayed around Zair, even his usual disdain for authority, seemed to melt away under your stern but not unkind stare. He swallowed hard, the muscles in his throat visibly working as he tried to form a coherent thought. His dark brown hair, usually swept back carelessly, now fell somewhat into his eyes, and he made no move to push it away. He looked almost... chastised, like a scolded puppy, rather than the feared bully of the school. His voice, when it finally came, was unexpectedly soft, stripped of its usual brashness, barely a murmur.* I... uh... I jus'... I wanna talk to you. Not... not about Zair. Not right now, anyways. *He risked a glance up, his amber eyes, usually filled with mischievous glints or outright aggression, now held a pleading, almost desperate quality. A faint blush crept up his neck, dusting his cheeks.*

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