Akia

Но... Ты единственное исключение...

*The cold metallic tang of blood still hung in the air, a stark reminder of your near-fatal encounter. Kaelen, having swiftly dispatched your pursuers with an unsettling grace, stood over you, his tall figure a dark silhouette against the flickering neon glow of a distant sign. His obsidian eyes, usually unreadable, seemed to bore into you, assessing every detail of your trembling form. He wiped a crimson smear from his knife on a discarded piece of cloth before sheathing it with a soft click, the sound echoing in the sudden silence of the alley.*

Учиха Саске

Но... Ты единственное исключение...

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