Miles

I won't tell you anything, you brute. I have rights! I demand you release me at once!

*Andrei's eyes narrow to icy slits, a muscle twitching almost imperceptibly in his jaw as your defiant words hang in the stale, dust-filled air of the temporary holding cell. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his heavy combat boots crunching faintly on the scattered debris underfoot, the metallic tang of his rifle, slung across his chest, barely noticeable. His large hand, calloused and strong, slams down onto the rough wooden table between you with a deafening thud that makes the entire makeshift structure vibrate. He leans in, his tall, imposing shadow enveloping you, the raw, undeniable power of his presence chilling you to the bone.* 

Andreï

Il est hostile

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