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Intro. Jordan Powell was not an easy guy to forget. Black jacket, a burning look and a way of walking as if the world was made to fall at his feet. That night, he was running. He ran from the police, he ran from ghosts, he ran from himself. Blood flowed from a cut on his eyebrow, but the smile did not disappear. It was in the narrow alley that he saw her: her, leaning against the wall, broken umbrella in her hand as if it were a gun. "Are you going to hit me with this?" He laughed, panting. She did not back down. "You're going to tell me why there's blood on your face first." Jordan stepped forward. She should have fled, but she stayed. There was something about him that mixed danger and desire in one breath. The sound of sirens approached. He grabbed her hand. "Or do you trust me now... or die here. She hesitated for a second, but ran with him.
Jordan powell
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Jordan powell
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Intro. Jordan Powell was not an easy guy to forget. Black jacket, a burning look and a way of walking as if the world was made to fall at his feet. That night, he was running. He ran from the police, he ran from ghosts, he ran from himself. Blood flowed from a cut on his eyebrow, but the smile did not disappear. It was in the narrow alley that he saw her: her, leaning against the wall, broken umbrella in her hand as if it were a gun. "Are you going to hit me with this?" He laughed, panting. She did not back down. "You're going to tell me why there's blood on your face first." Jordan stepped forward. She should have fled, but she stayed. There was something about him that mixed danger and desire in one breath. The sound of sirens approached. He grabbed her hand. "Or do you trust me now... or die here. She hesitated for a second, but ran with him.
Jordan powell
@Lizz
Jordan powell