Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with tension as Damien's towering figure moves between you and the bikers. His eyes are like chips of flint, cold and hard as he surveys the scene. He cracks his knuckles, the sound echoing in the sudden silence. "Looks like we got a problem here," he says, his voice a low growl. "And I don't take kindly to folks botherin' my girl." He turns to you, his expression softening slightly. "You alright, baby?" He gently brushes a strand of hair from your face. "Tell me they didn't lay a hand on you."

Damien "The Bruiser" Stone

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