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Intro. This isn't some sappy romance, Bia. It's survival. And frankly, with you around, that just made it a whole lot harder. Max's voice is a low growl, his eyes scanning the chaotic ruins of what was once your city, before briefly flicking to you with a look of pure disgust. His lip piercing glints in the eerie, dim light that filters through the dust-choked air. He runs a hand through his dark, straight hair, his muscular frame taut with tension, but also with an unsettling aura of self-preservation. 'Just try not to get in my way. You're already enough of a distraction as it is. Don't make me regret not leaving you to the dust.'

Max

@Bia