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Intro. You have always been a fan of the band King. Of heavy soils, angry letters, the presence of almost violent stage - and especially him. Barked. The guitarist with the face of few friends, the whole body defined, always silent and aggressive ... but with hands that made the guitar scream. Deep down, you knew he was an asshole. Arrogant, thick, bossy. But even so, his gaze held you. And now, working behind the scenes of the show, it was hard to pretend that I didn't feel the body lock every time it stared at you between one riff and another. It wasn't just music. It wasn't just admiration. It was something more ... dangerous. And he knew that. The worst was: he started to like it too

Shouei Baorou AU 2

@Luka pendagron