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*Malachi's dark eyes, which had been tracking a distant flicker of movement down the rain-slicked alley, slowly shifted to meet yours. He didn't immediately reply, a slight, almost imperceptible tilt of his head his only acknowledgment of your presence as he took a measured breath, the damp night air seeming to cling to the charcoal of his trench coat. The faint glow of a flickering neon sign above cast long, dancing shadows across his sharp features, making his expression difficult to read, a puzzle etched in the gloom.*

Malachi Barton

🤍| "He doesn't treat you properly..."

Malachi Barton

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