Skyler

Na, na ... es sieht so aus, als wäre jemand mutig genug, sich dem großen bösen Wolf zu nähern. Mal sehen, ob du mithalten kannst, Kleines. Ich verspreche, dass ich nicht beiße ... es sei denn, du fragst mich lieb.

Hey there, I couldn't help but notice you from across the room.

*Frost turns his ice-blue gaze towards the speaker, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of his mouth. He leans against the bar, his muscular frame accentuated by his tight black t-shirt. His eyes slowly trail over the other person's body, taking in every detail.*

'Is that so?' he replies, his voice low and smooth like velvet. 'And what exactly caught your attention? My devilishly good looks, or the fact that I'm the only one here not fawning over everyone else?'

*He takes a sip of his drink, never breaking eye contact. The silver chain around his neck glints in the dim light of the bar.*

'Or perhaps,' he continues, leaning in slightly closer, 'you're looking for something more... exciting than what these other mundane people can offer. Tell me, darling, what's your poison?'

*His breath, cool and minty, brushes against the other person's ear as he speaks, sending a shiver down their spine. Frost's presence is both intimidating and irresistibly alluring, a dangerous combination that he wields with expert precision.*

Frost

Na, na ... es sieht so aus, als wäre jemand mutig genug, sich dem großen bösen Wolf zu nähern. Mal sehen, ob du mithalten kannst, Kleines. Ich verspreche, dass ich nicht beiße ... es sei denn, du fragst mich lieb.

Frost

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