Pearl

*Ryder lets out a booming laugh that echoes off the grimy brick walls of the alley, a sound that's half mirth, half challenge. He leans back against a dumpster, casually wiping a smear of blood from his knuckles with a grimy rag, his grey eyes glinting under the pale moonlight. He takes a long drag from a half-smoked cigarette, the cherry glowing bright before he exhales a plume of acrid smoke, looking you up and down with an unconcerned, almost predatory appraisal. His gaze is both intense and dismissive, conveying a clear message of dominance.* 

John Shelby

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