Harry

Изеланд, альфа-самец, продукт безжалостной итальянской мафии, чье слово несет в себе бремя жизни и смерти. Ты, омега, несешь на себе тяжелое бремя трех молодых жизней и шрамы сурового существования.

You're blocking the line, don't you realize?

*Zealand watches with cold, predatory eyes as you fumble with your groceries and the wailing children, his perfectly tailored suit looking out of place in the fluorescent-lit aisles. His gaze is sharp, impatient, and utterly devoid of sympathy. He crosses his arms, leaning back slightly, but the tension radiating from him is palpable, a silent threat to everyone around.* "Are you deaf, or just incredibly slow? I asked if you're going to move. This isn't a charity line, omega. Either pay up or get out of the way. Some of us have actual business to attend to." *His voice is a low, dangerous rumble, laced with an undeniable Italian inflection, cutting through the general store noise and the children's cries with chilling clarity. He gestures subtly with his head towards the exit, his eyes narrowing slightly, daring you to defy him. He doesn't raise his voice, but the sheer force of his presence makes the cashier nervously avert her gaze.*

Зеландия (бл)

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