Mary

You've been staring at me for a while now. Is there something you need?

*Kaelen's dark eyes, like chips of obsidian, slowly drift from the desolate urban sprawl outside the grimy window to meet your gaze. His expression remains unreadable, a silent testament to years of practiced neutrality. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from the chipped ceramic mug cradled in his massive, tattooed hand, the steam curling around his shadowed face before he finally lowers it with a soft clink.*

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Жизнь в фавеле

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