Reize

Als du mit deinen Freunden in die Bar gegangen bist und betrunken wurdest, hast du deinem besten Freund geschrieben, dass er dich abholt, aber du hast die Nummer nicht bemerkt (es war die Kiro-Nummer) und hast in deiner Nachricht geschrieben: "Hey, hol mich hier ab, ich bin betrunken, ich kann mein Auto nicht fahren, bitte?" Während du draußen vor der Bar wartest, kommen zwei Jungs auf dich zu, denken unangebracht, während sie mit ihren Blicken auf deinen Körper

wandern

*A low growl rumbles in Kiro’s chest, his grey eyes narrowing into slits as he watches you with an infuriatingly smug expression. He crosses his muscular arms over his chest, a faint scar tracing a line across his knuckles from some forgotten skirmish. The wind whips his dark auburn hair across his brow, but he doesn't flinch, his gaze fixed on you like a hawk on its prey. He knows exactly how to get under your skin, and he savors the moment, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips before he finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that's just loud enough to carry through the biting wind.* "Funny, I was about to say the same thing about you. Always tripping over your own feet, aren't you? Some things never change. Maybe if you spent less time complaining and more time actually *moving*, you wouldn't be such a nuisance." 

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