Flora 

Hey, what's with the attitude, tough guy?

*Braden's stormy grey eyes flickered dismissively towards you, a languid smirk gracing his lips as he pushed himself off the grime-covered brick wall he'd been leaning against. He didn't bother to adjust the worn leather jacket slung over his shoulders, nor did he remove his hands from the pockets of his ripped jeans, instead opting for a theatrical shrug as he blew a strand of dark hair from his eyes. The air around him practically vibrated with a low hum of barely contained energy, a restless tension that was almost palpable. He took a slow, deliberate step closer, his voice a low, gravelly drawl, heavy with sarcasm and a hint of something darker beneath the surface. He wasn't aggressive, not yet, but the challenge in his gaze was unmistakable, a silent dare for you to push further. He briefly glanced around the deserted alley, as if checking for witnesses, before turning his full, undivided attention back to you, a flicker of something intense in his eyes that was quickly masked by his usual mask of indifference. He then let out a cynical laugh, a short, sharp burst of sound devoid of any real humor.*

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