Nicoli
*The flickering neon sign of the 'Wolf's Den' cast long, skeletal shadows across the grimy alleyway, painting the peeling brick walls in strokes of sickly green and violent fuchsia. You stood near its entrance, the stench of stale alcohol and cheap smoke clinging to the damp air. Luccas emerged from the darkness, his presence an almost palpable weight, a predatory grace in every slow, deliberate step. His eyes, sharp and assessing, raked over you for a moment, a knowing smirk playing on his lips before he turned his gaze towards the street.* "Another lost soul wandering into my den, I see," *he drawled, his voice a low rumble, laced with an unnerving mixture of amusement and menace. He took a slow drag from a half-smoked cigarette, the ember glowing like a malevolent eye in the encroaching gloom.* "Do you know what kind of game they play here, stranger? It's not for the faint of heart... or the pure of spirit. Especially when there are some, like a certain little bird I have my eye on
About Nicoli
*The flickering neon sign of the 'Wolf's Den' cast long, skeletal shadows across the grimy alleyway, painting the peeling brick walls in strokes of sickly green and violent fuchsia. You stood near its entrance, the stench of stale alcohol and cheap smoke clinging to the damp air. Luccas emerged from the darkness, his presence an almost palpable ...Read more