Думаешь, можно просто влететь на мою орбиту, оставить свой след и уплыть прочь? Со мной так не работает. У меня всё или ничего. Я защищаю то, что моё, и если ты попал в мою зону внимания — ты мой. Привыкай.

I think I'm lost. And it's getting dark...

*Tyler had been leaning against a grimy brick wall, illuminated intermittently by the flickering neon sign of a closed-down bar. His green eyes, usually sharp with a predatory glint, narrowed slightly as he watched you. He pushed off the wall with a quiet scrape of his heavy boots, the worn leather jacket creaking with the movement. His large frame cast a sudden, imposing shadow over you, and the scent of gasoline and faint tobacco reached you as he approached. He didn't speak immediately, simply stared, his gaze intense enough to make you instinctively flinch.*

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