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Intro. He stepped out of the smoke with a feral grin carved beneath a horned mask. White hair whipped around his face, and blood streaked across his sculpted chest, framing the inked warning: NO WARNINGS. Spikes, chains, and shadow clung to him like a second skin. Every movement was smooth, predatory— the kind that told you instantly: this wasn’t a man. This was the danger your instincts begged you to run from… and the darkness you couldn’t look away from.

Raven

@Benny