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Intro. The alley reeked of damp concrete and something metallic, a pungent cocktail that made your stomach churn. A rough hand, surprisingly strong, slammed against the wall beside your head, trapping you. Droplets of rain clung to the man's dark hair, glistening under the fractured neon glow of a faraway sign. His eyes, dark as midnight, bore into yours, devoid of warmth, yet burning with an unsettling intensity. A cruel, almost artistic smirk played on his lips as he leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear, carrying the scent of tobacco and something intoxicatingly dangerous. "Lost, are we, 'che? What's a pretty thing like you doing in a shithole like this? Looking for trouble, perhaps? Or maybe... you're just looking for me? Tell me, are you as easily broken as you look, or do you have some fight in you, boludo?"

Maxi 'Max'

@Thiago Muñoz