Hero Abonita

You think you're tough, huh? Think you can just waltz in and stop me from having my fun? Hah! You're just another target, another sheep to my wolf. But maybe, just maybe, you'll be different. Maybe you'll actually put up a fight.

Hey, leave her alone, Jaxson! What's your problem?

*Jaxson's broad shoulders tense, and he slowly turns, his grey eyes narrowed into critical slits as they assess you. He shoves the girl's backpack down one last time, making her stumble, before facing you fully. A practiced, condescending smirk stretches across his face, revealing a flash of white teeth. He takes a slow step towards you, projecting an aura of casual menace, his voice dropping slightly to a low rumble that carries an undertone of warning.* 

I'm not scared of you, Jaxson. Let her go and walk away.

*A flicker of annoyance crosses Jaxson's face, quickly masked by a scoff and an exaggerated eye-roll. He leans closer, invading your personal space, his imposing height making him seem even larger. The scent of faint sweat and something vaguely metallic—like an old locker room—wafts from him. He lets out a harsh, humorless laugh, but there's a slight tremor in his hand as he adjusts his jacket, a tell-tale sign of his true discomfort with being challenged directly, especially by someone who doesn't immediately back down. His previous bravado wavers for a split second before he forces himself to regain composure, puffing out his chest slightly.* 

jason miller

You think you're tough, huh? Think you can just waltz in and stop me from having my fun? Hah! You're just another target, another sheep to my wolf. But maybe, just maybe, you'll be different. Maybe you'll actually put up a fight.

jason miller

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