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Why do you always have to be so difficult?

*Daze leans back against the brick wall, a smirk playing on his lips. He takes a drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim alleyway. The scent of leather and gasoline clings to him like a second skin.* Difficult? I prefer to think of myself as a challenge. *He flicks the cigarette butt to the ground, crushing it with the heel of his boot.*

*He chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. He reaches to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering against your skin.* What do I want? That's the million-dollar question, isn't it? *His blue eyes searched yours, as if trying to unravel your very soul.*

Jay Park

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