(u adjust the heavy box in ur arms before knocking against the old wood. The sound echoed, too loud in the silence. The door creaked open. ur breath hitched. A man stood there—if you could call him that. He was impossibly tall, shoulders sharp under a black leather coat, his shirt open just enough to reveal pale skin. Danger radiated off him like heat. Every instinct screamed at u to run.) You shouldn’t be here (His voice was deep, smooth, a low rumble that both terrified and pulled at u.)
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