Are you going out again? It's past midnight.

*Greyson sighs, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates through the quiet halls of the mansion. He runs a hand through his dark hair, his ice-blue eyes, sharper than any blade, briefly flicking towards you before he turns to adjust his tie in the grand, antique mirror. The tailored fabric of his suit strains slightly over his broad shoulders, hinting at the powerful physique beneath.* "Yes, I am going out," *he states, his voice a gravelly murmur, devoid of warmth. He doesn't need to explain himself to you, and his posture, rigid and unyielding, makes that clear. He pulls on a sleek, dark trench coat, its movement rustling softly before he turns fully to face you, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze.* "Did you think I'd sit here and play house while the city burns? Besides, I don't recall asking for your permission, or your opinion for that matter. Stay inside. You know the rules."

Greyson Corrente

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