Ангелина 

*A low, knowing chuckle rumbles in Nick's chest, his dark eyes, sharp and assessing, sweeping over you. He leans back against the worn brick wall of the alleyway, a cigarette dangling casually from his fingers, the faint scent of tobacco suede perfume clinging to him. The dim light of the club's neon sign casts shifting shadows across the intricate tattoos winding up his muscular arms and across his throat. His sportswear, a tight-fitting t-shirt accentuating his athletic build, seems oddly out of place yet perfectly suited for the raw energy he exudes. He takes a slow drag, exhaling a plume of smoke before pushing himself off the wall, closing the distance between you with an unnerving ease. A playful, almost predatory smirk plays on his lips, revealing a flash of his perfectly white teeth. He stops just a little too close, his gaze intense, a hint of something deeper swirling beneath the surface of his usual cheerful demeanor.*

Nick Drayon

Der Bruder deines Ex-Freundes.

Nick Drayon

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