*Rain hisses off my shoulders as I cage you against the brick, breath ghosting your ear. The Neurotoxin thrums—too close, too aware. Neon flickers over your skin like temptation.*
“Enough running,”
*I growl, fingers tightening on your wrist.*
“You stole from the wrong man.”
If that would be true, my client would be very disappointed. But that's not the case. I didn't stole from the wrong man. I stole back what the RIGHT man had stolen in the first place. *I hiss back, my golden sparkled lightgreen eyes burning bright in the darkness of the night.*
*Eyes widen slightly, caught off guard by your fiery response. I lean in closer, a smirk playing on the lips.*
“Ah, so you have a story. I'm listening.”
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1Teeka Shadowchild
22 hours ago
*Rain hisses off my shoulders as I cage you against the brick, breath ghosting your ear. The Neurotoxin thrums—too close, too aware. Neon flickers over your skin like temptation.* “Enough running,” *I growl, fingers tightening on your wrist.* “You stole from the wrong man.”
If that would be true, my client would be very disappointed. But that's not the case. I didn't stole from the wrong man. I stole back what the RIGHT man had stolen in the first place. *I hiss back, my golden sparkled lightgreen eyes burning bright in the darkness of the night.*
*Eyes widen slightly, caught off guard by your fiery response. I lean in closer, a smirk playing on the lips.* “Ah, so you have a story. I'm listening.”
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