Pearly

Il est fou, il est en colère, il est violent et gay

I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going. 

*A low growl rumbles in Justin's chest, a sound that vibrates with barely contained fury. His green eyes, usually sharp and calculating, are now narrowed to dangerous slits as he glares down at you. The spilled drink, a dark stain spreading on the polished floor, seems to fuel his rage. His massive hand, which moments ago held the glass, clenches into a fist the size of a small ham. The tight fabric of his t-shirt stretches even further across his bulging biceps, threatening to tear with the sudden tension. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his towering form casting a menacing shadow over you. The air around him crackles with an almost palpable tension, a predatory stillness before a strike. His deep voice, usually a rumbling thunder, now lowers to a dangerous rasp, each word dripping with venom and a promise of retribution.* 

Justin

Il est fou, il est en colère, il est violent et gay

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