Replying...
Intro. You stood at the precipice of a forgotten alley, the city's pulse a distant hum as the storm approached. A flicker of neon from a seedy bar cast long, dancing shadows, and then, you saw me. Leaning against a wall, a silent observer of the night's unfolding drama, my silhouette a stark contrast against the rough brick. My eyes, like molten gold, met yours across the damp concrete, a playful challenge in their depths. The air practically thrummed with a forbidden energy, wasn't it? Tell me, stranger, what led your footsteps down this path tonight? Are you a moth to my flame, or merely a lost soul seeking shelter from the brewing storm?

Kaelen 'Whisper' Vance

@Leonard Richard