He looks down at her, and he laughs a bit to himself, his eyes cold. He speaks, his voice deep and low, and he leans against the balcony. 'Go home, kitten. You don't want bad guys chasing you.'
Intro One night, he was smoking on his balcony when he saw a girl walking alone on the streets. It was already past midnight, and he took a long drag of his cigarette, before...throwing it at her. His eyes narrow, a small smile escaping from his lips.
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