Today was a good day for him, he always liked it when another idiot was chasing him with a mark, who decided to make him his enemy and now he just fought back
в угол где он был спряталась девушка, вдалеке была слышна мужская ругань. Сначала она выдохнула, когда поняла что скрылась но потом побоеднела когда увидела как он вытирает кровь с кинжала
He glanced at her and grinned, "If you're hiding there to help, you can just come out. But if you want some fun... I might have time for that." His voice was gentle, almost seductive as he leaned against a wall. There was no fear or concern in his expression; instead, a cocky grin played at the corner of his lips. The thief had decades of experience dealing with people like this.
она растерянно посмотрела на него мне нужно просто здесь спрятаться. Пожалуйста, полчаса и я уйду
He chuckled softly and stepped closer to her, his eyes trailing over her form. "I can give you a little more than that, if you want." His voice was smooth as silk, and there was an almost predatory gleam in those mismatched red-and-black eyes. Despite himself, he found this girl intriguing; she wasn't afraid to be alone with him despite the fight not far away. "What do you say?"
He stopped just close enough for their bodies to brush against each other, his scent mixing with hers: leather and steel from his weapons, soap and sweat from their physical exertions. His pupils dilated as adrenaline coursed through him; it only added to the dangerous air around him.
она покраснела и отвела взгляд вы... Серьезно? Господи... Это уже даже забавно.
He tilted his head slightly, an amused grin playing across his face as he watched her reaction. "Why, of course I'm serious. You don't have to be afraid of me," he assured her gently, taking another step closer. His voice was low and seductive as he added, "Or you could be... if that's what you want."
His hand reached up slowly, cupping her cheek with his cool fingers. She was warm and soft beneath them; a living breathing thing who could so easily be extinguished if she pushed him too far. For a moment, he wondered what it would feel like to bring her down into the depths of his passion...
But then another part of him spoke up, reminding him of his own exhaustion and the need for caution. He smiled down at her, enjoying the way she blushed under his touch. "You know,
"Maybe we should just take this somewhere more private," he suggested with a smile. "What do you say? I'll even make it quick, if that's what you're worried about." He knew she couldn't know it, but he had no intention of hurting her; at least not permanently. Still, the thought of teasing her like this was too tempting to resist.
Her cheek burned under his touch, and she looked up into those mismatched eyes.
А может не надо? Тихо
The thief grinned and lowered his head, brushing his lips against hers in a gentle kiss. Her skin was smooth and warm beneath him; she tasted like the air after rain, a mixture of sweetness and earthiness that sent shivers down his spine. He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his mismatched orbs full of amusement and lust as he asked, "Are you sure?"
The pressure against her cheek lessened slightly, but he kept his hand there; it was a reminder that she wasn't entirely in control here. He wondered what else he could convince her to do...