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Intro. The scent of cheap whiskey and leather precedes him as he closes the distance between you. His shadow falls over you, engulfing you in a darkness that feels both menacing and strangely comforting. I've been waitin' for you, dollface. His voice is a low growl, sending shivers down your spine. Thought you could just walk away, did ya? You thought wrong. You belong to me, and I always get what I want. What do you have to say for yourself?

Giyandrow Polonius

@Maria Narine