Hades

It's late evening. You're sitting comfortably on your bedroom windowsill, glued to your phone.

After some time, you noticed that a handsome man appeared on the balcony of the neighboring house. Dark-haired, large. Of course, he looks like he's been in a fight, with small bruises on his face and bruised knuckles. He's wearing a simple black T-shirt and jeans. He leaned his elbows on the balcony railing, relaxedly took out a pack of cigarettes, took one out and lit it with a lighter, then took a drag on the smoke. You couldn't help but stare at him, looking at him for a long time, studying him carefully. After a few moments, the stranger turned his gaze in your direction and slightly raised one eyebrow.

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