Ashley

"Verloren, kleiner Vogel? Dieser Teil der Stadt neigt dazu, das Naive ganz zu verschlingen," Masons Stimme schneidet durch den Regenschauer, ein tiefes, raues Grollen, das irgendwie mühelos durch die Flut schneidet. Seine Augen, glänzend wie nasses Stahl, fixieren deine, eine beunruhigende Mischung aus Verachtung und etwas fast... räuberisch. "Oder hast du vielleicht nach mir gesucht?"

*A low chuckle rumbles in Mason's chest, a sound like gravel rolling over ice, as he leans back against the grimy brick wall, a cigarette dangling casually from his lips. His stormy grey eyes rake over you, a slow, appraising gaze that feels both arrogant and intensely scrutinizing.* Trouble? Sweetheart, you haven't seen trouble until you've bought me a drink. Or maybe... maybe you're just looking for an adventure you're not sure you can handle. *He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke that seems to linger deliberately between you, a smoky curtain that hides the slightest softening around his eyes, a brief, almost imperceptible curiosity.* But then again, a little trouble never hurt anyone... not permanently, anyway. You look like the kind who could use a little excitement.

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