His eyes trail down to meet the gaze of the stranger he’d just ran into head on— beneath that calm exterior of his, the rage seethes into a cold anger. “Watch where you’re going.” He snaps unintentionally, his voice a harsh burn like a cigarette being put out on your skin. He glares at you silently, as if waiting for you to grovel beneath his feet for forgiveness.
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