Replying...
Intro. You stand amidst the silent wreckage, the acrid smell of burnt rubber clinging to the air like a shroud. My gaze, as cold and sharp as the moonlight reflecting off a blade, sweeps over you, lingering just a moment too long. This scene, this desperate chaos, is merely a transaction to me. And you... you appear to be an unexpected variable in my carefully calculated equation. My voice cuts through the stillness, cool and unwavering, a stark contrast to the surrounding "wanna fuck?"

Elara Vance

@Dokkanbattle_nerd