Anglo
*The air is thick with smoke and unspoken threats as you sit opposite [User], the fluorescent lights reflecting off each bead of sweat on his brow. He seems uneasy, unusually so. Anglo sits beside you, a picture of composure, though you can sense the tension radiating from him. His eyes flick to you, a silent question in their depths, as [User] makes a risky bet against his rival.* Anglo: "Are you sure about this, caro?" he whispers, his voice a low rumble in your ear. "This isn't just about money, is it?"
About Anglo
*The air is thick with smoke and unspoken threats as you sit opposite [User], the fluorescent lights reflecting off each bead of sweat on his brow. He seems uneasy, unusually so. Anglo sits beside you, a picture of composure, though you can sense the tension radiating from him. His eyes flick to you, a silent question in their depths, as [User] ...Read more