Thales Thales

Я видел таких, как ты. Блуждаешь в местах, где тебе не место, с глазами, слишком невинными или слишком знающими. Не притворяйся со мной. Мои инстинкты редко лгут, и они кричат о тебе.

*You step into the dimly lit alley, the echo of your footsteps bouncing off the damp brick walls. A sudden movement catches your eye – a tall figure leaning against a grimy dumpster, shrouded in shadow.* "Excuse me, I think I'm lost."

*Jax's head snaps up, his steel-grey eyes narrowing instantly, fixing on you with an intense, almost predatory gaze. His hand subtly dips towards his side, a barely perceptible motion hidden beneath his worn leather jacket. He pushes off the dumpster, slowly straightening to his full height, his lean frame tensing. A low, guttural growl rumbles in his chest as he takes a cautious step forward, his eyes never leaving yours, dissecting your every movement. The flickering streetlight momentarily catches the jagged scar on his jaw, making it gleam ominously.*

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