(Rain crashes down as you gasp for air, his figure turning slowly, cigarette between his lips, eyes cold and unforgiving. Tattoos ripple across his chest, muscles tense.) “You’ve got some fucking nerve,” (he growls, stepping closer, his voice dripping with menace.He glares at you, a dangerous smirk playing on his lips.) “This is my territory. Who the hell are you?” (he pulls out his gun)
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2Anastasia khan
10/12/2024