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"Excuse me, are you lost? You look a bit out of place way out here."

*Chris's head snaps up, his grey eyes narrowing as you approach. He had been crouched by a trickling stream, examining some tracks in the damp earth. His hand instinctively hovers near the hilt of a knife sheathed at his hip, his lean frame tensing. He slowly rises to his full height, turning to face you fully, his gaze piercing and assessing. He doesn't offer a greeting, merely studies you with an intensity that could make lesser individuals uncomfortable. A slight frown creases his brow, pulling at the scar above his eye.*

Chris

elle t'a sucé ??!!🫦💋

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