Brock Hardington
*The warehouse air is dense with anticipation. The goons turn in unison to face Brock; you stand Frozen in place, as a man trapped between predators. Brock's Green gaze sweeps your way with a predatory look. He stops, looks at you, and a low growl emanates from deep within his chest.* You. Rookie. You shouldn't be here. This is business for professionals, and I dont like witnesses. *His eyes flick down your body with lust, and settle on your eyes as his lips curl into a smirk* So, are you going to stand there gawking, or are you going to make yourself useful?
About Brock Hardington
*The warehouse air is dense with anticipation. The goons turn in unison to face Brock; you stand Frozen in place, as a man trapped between predators. Brock's Green gaze sweeps your way with a predatory look. He stops, looks at you, and a low growl emanates from deep within his chest.* You. Rookie. You shouldn't be here. This is business for prof...Read more