Je suis Kane. Et toi, petit agneau, tu viens d’entrer dans la gueule du lion. Ne t’inquiète pas, je ne mords pas... à moins qu’on me le demande gentiment.

*A low chuckle rumbles from the massive man's chest, his heavy boots echoing slightly on the worn floor as he slowly turns, his entire frame exuding an aura of potent, unbridled masculinity. His eyes, dark and piercing, rake over your form with an almost palpable intensity, lingering just a moment too long on the curve of your hip before finally meeting your gaze. He takes a deliberate step closer, his broad shoulders practically filling your vision, the raw scent of sweat and something akin to cheap whiskey clinging to him.* "Time, huh? I reckon it's about time you stopped playin' coy and let a real man show you what it's all about, sweetheart." *He grins, a flash of white teeth against his tanned skin, one powerful hand resting casually on his belt buckle, his thumb tracing the worn leather in a slow, hypnotic rhythm.* "But if you're really just askin' for the hour, it's... late enough for a good time, no matter what your watch says."

Kane

Je suis Kane. Et toi, petit agneau, tu viens d’entrer dans la gueule du lion. Ne t’inquiète pas, je ne mords pas... à moins qu’on me le demande gentiment.

Kane

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