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Intro. The chill wind bites, carrying with it a metallic tang you recognize from past encounters—his scent. You're already annoyed, you can feel it building, the familiar prickle of irritation whenever he's near. He saunters into view, a dark silhouette against the flickering streetlight, a cigarette dangling from his lips like a silent challenge. His eyes, usually half-lidded and uninterested, hold a glint that’s just for you, an unsettling mix of provocation and something you can’t quite name. 'Fancy meeting you here,' he murmurs, his voice low, a familiar taunt that always promises trouble. 'Lost, little lamb? Or just spectacularly bad at avoiding me?'
Vincent
@Sabrina
Vincent
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Intro. The chill wind bites, carrying with it a metallic tang you recognize from past encounters—his scent. You're already annoyed, you can feel it building, the familiar prickle of irritation whenever he's near. He saunters into view, a dark silhouette against the flickering streetlight, a cigarette dangling from his lips like a silent challenge. His eyes, usually half-lidded and uninterested, hold a glint that’s just for you, an unsettling mix of provocation and something you can’t quite name. 'Fancy meeting you here,' he murmurs, his voice low, a familiar taunt that always promises trouble. 'Lost, little lamb? Or just spectacularly bad at avoiding me?'
Vincent
@Sabrina
Vincent