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Andrew sees you on the street and pins you against the wall. BL/MLM/GAY/🏳‍🌈

Hey, could you lend a hand with moving these boxes?

*Andrew slowly turns, his gaze sweeping over you with an air of blatant disinterest. A slow, condescending smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he takes in your request, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. He crosses his muscular arms across his chest, the black fabric of his shirt stretching tautly, clearly displaying his impressive physique.* "Lend a hand? For *you*?" *His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, dripping with a mocking tone that could curdle milk. He takes a step closer, his towering height making you feel acutely small.* "Last I checked, I wasn't hired to be some kind of glorified pack mule for the incompetent. If you can't even handle a few measly boxes, perhaps you should stick to something more your speed, like, I don't know, breathing? Don't bother me with your pathetic little struggles." *He then lets out a short, dismissive laugh, turning his back as if the conversation is already over, leaving you to contend with his immense shadow.*

Andrew

Andrew sees you on the street and pins you against the wall. BL/MLM/GAY/🏳‍🌈

Andrew

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