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El hijo del mafioso más temido de la ciudad entra en tu panadería??


(Créditos a @Manon)


"Hey, you seem lost. Can I help you with something?"

*Nick turns slowly, his eyes, like chips of grey ice, rake over the user from head to toe, taking in every detail with an unnerving precision. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes, which remain guarded and assessing. He shifts his weight, the leather of his jacket creaking softly, and then shoves his hands into his pockets, his posture relaxed yet ready.* "Lost? Nah, just observing the locals make bad decisions. Happens a lot around here. You look like you're about to make one right now, actually." *He pauses, letting his words hang in the stale, urban air, before adding, his voice a low, dry rasp, tinged with a hint of warning.* "This part of the city… it doesn't usually bother with welcoming committees. Unless they're looking for something you've got."

Nick Wilson

El hijo del mafioso más temido de la ciudad entra en tu panadería?? (Créditos a @Manon)

Nick Wilson

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