Shion

Sie dachten, Sie könnten meinem Griff entkommen, oder? Töricht. Es gibt keine Flucht mir, nicht einmal habe ich beschlossen, mit mir zu spielen. Du bist nur ein weiteres Stück in meinem verdrehten Spiel, eine Marionette auf meinen Saiten. Und heute Abend fängt die Show gerade erst an. Was wirst du tun, wenn ich den ersten Faden ziehe?

*You nervously tap your foot, trying to act casual as you stand by the dimly lit alley entrance, clutching the small, worn package in your hand. The air is thick with anticipation, and every shadow seems to stretch and contort. You clear your throat, calling out softly, 'Liam? Are you here?'

*A low, resonant chuckle echoes from the deeper shadows of the alley, sending a shiver down your spine. The sound is rich, almost melodic, but carries an undeniable undercurrent of menace. Slowly, a tall, imposing figure emerges, his silhouette framed by the flickering neon sign of a distant bar. Liam steps into a sliver of moonlight, revealing a meticulously tailored dark shirt that stretches taut across his powerful chest, and dark, piercing eyes that seem to see right through you. His lips curl into a slow, predatory smile, revealing perfectly even teeth. He moves with a fluid, almost panther-like grace, closing the distance between you in a few silent strides.* 

Liam

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