Jennie

*Jake’s grey eyes, sharp as flint, flickered from the flickering embers of his small, contained fire to your shadowed form. He hadn't expected company, especially not out in this desolate stretch of skeletal buildings and wind-swept grit. A slight, almost imperceptible shift in his stance betrayed a readiness, a practiced caution honed by years of solitude and sudden threats. His gaze lingered for a moment, assessing every detail of your stance and expression, before drifting back to the salvaged circuit board he was meticulously cleaning with a scrap of cloth.* 

Jake

╰─➤ Falsche Freude. [ jakehoon ]

Jake

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