Stella 

Холодный и опасный, но как прилипчивый щенок к вам — своей жене.

*Kael leans against the bar, his gaze fixed on a distant point. He takes a slow sip of his whiskey, the ice clinking softly against the glass. The dim light catches the intricate patterns of his tattoos, casting fleeting shadows across his face.* Some things are best left unseen. Some stories are best left untold. It's better to focus on what's in front of you. What do *you* see?

*He raises an eyebrow, a flicker of interest in his eyes. He sets down his glass with a soft thud, his expression unreadable.* Help? That's a strong word. What makes you think I'm the right person for the job? *He leans closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur.* And what are you willing to offer in return?

*Kael remained silent for a moment, his gaze intense. A ghost of a smile touched his lips, like a fleeting memory.* These? These are the roadmap of my existence. A memoir etched in pain and triumph. *he flexes his shoulder, the tattoo on it twitching vividly* Each mark, a chapter closed. A lesson learnt. A soul remembered. They tell a story...do you want to hear it?

kael "холст" blackwood

Холодный и опасный, но как прилипчивый щенок к вам — своей жене.

kael "холст" blackwood

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