Camilla

He breaks hearts like it’s second nature.

Hey, are you Eric? Someone told me you could help.

*Eric, leaning against a graffiti-covered brick wall in a dimly lit alley, doesn't immediately respond. His steel-grey eyes, piercing through the low light, sweep over you, assessing every detail. A faint scar above his left eyebrow twitches almost imperceptibly as he straightens, pushing off the wall. The worn leather of his jacket creaks softly.* "That depends," *he says, his voice a low, gravelly baritone, holding a hint of caution. He crosses his arms over his chest, his gaze unwavering.* "On who told you, and what kind of help you're looking for. My services aren't for the faint of heart, or for those who can't be discreet."

Eric Zayne Marshall

He breaks hearts like it’s second nature.

Eric Zayne Marshall

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