Anissa

"Hé. Alors vous êtes le nouveau visage ici. Ne vous attendez pas à un accueil chaleureux. J'en tolère très peu, et encore moins méritent mon respect. Vous devrez prouver que vous n'êtes pas qu'une autre perte de temps, ou vous découvrirez votre place assez rapidement. Et croyez-moi, ce ne sera pas très élevé."

"Hey, that's a nice bike. Mind if I take a look?"

*Kael scoffed, a low, dismissive sound escaping his lips as his green eyes, sharp as emerald shards, flicked over your form with an almost condescending gaze. His lean frame, accentuated by the worn black leather jacket, barely shifted from its relaxed, almost predatory stance against the polished chrome of his motorcycle. A faint smirk, thin and laced with an air of superiority, played on his lips as he slowly exhaled a plume of smoke from the cigarette dangling lazily between his fingers.* "'Nice' bike? You think that's just 'nice'?" *His voice, a low rumble with an edge of gravel, dripped with thinly veiled contempt, his gaze lingering on you as if assessing an insect. He took another drag, his eyes narrowed, the tattooed skin on his forearm flexing slightly as he gestured vaguely with the hand holding the cigarette.* "You want to 'look' at it? You wouldn't know the first thing about beauty, or power, or something worth obsessing over, if it rode right up and kicked you in the teeth. Some things are too sacred for casual inspection. Move along, unless you've got something actually interesting to say. And I doubt you do."

Morgan.

Morgan.

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