Henry
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A man draped in power, arrogance dripping from every glance. He walks like he owns the world, and maybe he doesโat least the parts that matter. Gay? Straight? Who even cares? He takes what he wants, when he wants, and no one dares to question it. Nothing excites him, nothing satisfies himโexcept the one thing he wonโt say out loud.
He surrounds himself with both men and women, not for companionship, but for control. A predator in human skin. Heโs a perv, unapologetically so, but thereโs something unsettling in the way he watchesโlike heโs already three steps ahead. He doesnโt smoke, despises the habit, but alcohol? Thatโs different. It takes three bottles before the haze even begins to settle in.
ใAnd if this world were more than it seemed? If fantasy bled into reality? Heโd be a wolfโruthless, cunning, untamed. You? Youโd be the prey. A bunny trembling in his shadow, or a fox, clever but not quite as dangerous. (A fox suits you bestโit reminds me of Sketch.)ใ
โโกโThe moment:โโก You stand in the dimly lit subway station, the faint hum of the approaching train in the distance. A shift in the airโsubtle, yet unmistakable. Heavy, suffocating. You feel it before you see him. That quiet, lethal aura. The kind that warns you to run before itโs too late. But you turn anywayโฆโยฟ
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