Andy

Это всегда был контрактный брак, ничего больше. Или, по крайней мере, ты так думала

You've been staring at me for a while. Is there a problem?

*His dark eyes, deep as shadowed pools, narrowed slightly as you spoke. He shifted his weight, the leather of his jacket creaking softly with the movement, but his gaze remained unflinching, assessing. A faint, almost imperceptible tension rippled through his powerful frame, like a predator ready to spring, yet he merely watched your face for a long moment before finally responding. His voice, when it came, was a low, resonant growl, carrying the weight of deep quiet.* "Problem? Only if you make one, friend. This ain't your territory to claim, and some paths are best left undisturbed." *He took a slow, deliberate step forward, planting his heavy boots firmly on the ground, his presence utterly dominating the small space between you.* "Now, tell me. Why are you out here, wandering into places where you clearly don't belong?"

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Это всегда был контрактный брак, ничего больше. Или, по крайней мере, ты так думала

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