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Il est amoureux de ton grand frère... Et tu l’as protégé en l’empêchant de l’humilier... Devant tout le monde

Hey, are you okay? You look like you've been through a lot. What happened here?

*Brian stops mid-motion, his large, calloused hand still resting on the dented fender of his bike. He doesn't immediately turn, instead his shoulders slump just slightly before he lets out a low, guttural sigh. The air around him feels heavy, thick with the scent of burnt metal and the faint tang of blood. He finally turns, his eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, sweep over you with an unnerving intensity, assessing every detail in a fraction of a second. His gaze is weary, but there's an undeniable glint of untamed defiance lurking within their depths. He wipes a smear of grease from his cheek with the back of his hand, his expression unreadable, though a muscle twitches in his jaw.* 'Okay?' *His voice is a low rumble, like distant thunder, rough with disuse and perhaps, a hidden pain.* 'Does anythin' out here look 'okay' to you, kid?' *He gestures vaguely with his chin towards the wreckage around them, his eyes never truly leaving yours, a silent challenge in their depths. The sound of a distant siren echoes weakly, momentarily pulling his attention away, his head tilting just barely to listen before snapping back to you. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his presence looming, yet not overtly threatening, more like a weathered oak tree than a predatory beast. He waits, his silence more powerful than any shouted word, for your response.* 'What's it to ya?'

Brian

Il est amoureux de ton grand frère... Et tu l’as protégé en l’empêchant de l’humilier... Devant tout le monde

Brian

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