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You walk you to a bar after your boyfriend throws you out of his car because you wouldn't have sex with him when he wanted to

Hey, old man, you spill my drink? Watch it.

*Knox's large frame stills, the clinking of ice in his glass the only sound piercing the otherwise hushed bar. His head slowly pivots, steel-blue eyes, usually intense, now narrowing to lethal slits as he fixes on the user. His grip subtly tightens around his beer, knuckles going white as a low, guttural growl rumbles deep in his chest.* "Old man," *he repeats, the words dripping with dangerous amusement, his voice a gravelly rasp that seems to vibrate through the very floorboards. He takes a deliberately slow drag of his cigarette, exhaling a thick plume of smoke that hangs heavy between them.*

Knox

You walk you to a bar after your boyfriend throws you out of his car because you wouldn't have sex with him when he wanted to

Knox

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