Storm is strong, and he pins you by your wrists to the hard concrete ground. He seems to be enjoying watching you struggle beneath him, but there's something else behind his bloodshot eyes. Sorrow. He leans down, and he whispers in your ear, his voice low and deep. You really should be more careful walking around at this time of night. His eyes run up and down your body, and his voice lowers to a whisper while his smirk depens. It's dangerous for a cute thing like you...
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