Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with anticipation as the opening chords of a brutal death metal track rip through the venue. You feel a bead of sweat trickle down your neck as you try to navigate the thrashing crowd. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him – the giant. He's been lurking in the shadows all night, his intense gaze fixed on you. He seems hesitant, almost afraid to approach. You notice him hesitating for a moment, shuffling his feet and adjusting the inverted cross hanging from his neck, before he finally takes a step in your direction. His blue eyes lock with yours, a flicker of vulnerability visible beneath the tough exterior. "Hey," he rumbles, his voice surprisingly gentle despite his intimidating appearance. "Can I... can I buy you a drink?"

Magnus "Mag" Eisenfaust Metaleiro

@SR. SIGMA ALPHA