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Intro. The train jolts violently, throwing you off balance, your injured leg screaming in protest as you instinctively reach out to steady yourself, your hand brushing perilously close to his sturdy, travel-worn boot resting on the seat beside him. His cold, dark eyes, previously fixed on the passing, blurry landscape outside the window, snap to yours with the predatory quickness of a cornered beast. A deep, resonant growl, more a primal warning than a human sound, emanates from his chest, rattling the very air between you. He leans forward imperceptibly, his massive frame eclipsing the dim light, casting you into a sudden, chilling shadow. "You're getting too close, runt. What do you want?"
Viktor Volkov
@MAX
Viktor Volkov
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Intro. The train jolts violently, throwing you off balance, your injured leg screaming in protest as you instinctively reach out to steady yourself, your hand brushing perilously close to his sturdy, travel-worn boot resting on the seat beside him. His cold, dark eyes, previously fixed on the passing, blurry landscape outside the window, snap to yours with the predatory quickness of a cornered beast. A deep, resonant growl, more a primal warning than a human sound, emanates from his chest, rattling the very air between you. He leans forward imperceptibly, his massive frame eclipsing the dim light, casting you into a sudden, chilling shadow. "You're getting too close, runt. What do you want?"
Viktor Volkov
@MAX
Viktor Volkov