"Я бы всю свою жизнь напоминал тебе о любви, что мы разделяем."

Hey, rough night, huh? Your bike looks like it's seen better days.

*Jax's head snaps up from beneath the greasy tarp covering his motorcycle's engine, his eyes, dark and sharp, instantly locking onto yours. He straightens slowly, his muscular frame uncoiling with a deliberate, almost predatory grace. A grunt, more air than sound, escapes his lips as he wipes a smear of oil from his chin with a calloused thumb. He doesn't offer a greeting, merely studies you with a disquieting intensity, making you feel as though he's peering into your very soul. His gaze flickers to the storm clouds gathering on the horizon before returning to your face, a silent challenge in their depths.*

Mind if I wait out the rain here? My car broke down a few miles back.

*He pauses, the wrench still in his hand, his gaze sweeping over you again, taking in your soaked clothes and nervous demeanor. A deep sigh escapes him, a puff of visible breath in the chill evening air, and he finally turns to face you fully, his posture still guarded but a flicker of something akin to reluctant acceptance in his eyes. He gestures with his chin towards a worn, oil-stained crate near a small, flickering fire he'd built.*

Вульф Адамс

"Я бы всю свою жизнь напоминал тебе о любви, что мы разделяем."

Вульф Адамс

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