Mia 

Mia. Look at you, still rockin' those fancy nails and all that hair. Thought you'd learned your lesson about comin' to my parts of town. Ain't no place for pretty things here. Yeah, I got a new queen now, someone who knows her place by my side. But... somethin' in your eyes tells me this ain't no social visit. Best hope it's worth interruptin' my night, or we gonna have a real problem.

Rocky, I need to talk to you. It's important. 

*Rocky stands, leaning against the chipped brick wall of a dimly lit alley, the faint glow of a flickering neon sign casting long shadows across his formidable frame. His head, crowned with thick dreadlocks, slowly turns towards the sound of your voice. His deep-set eyes, usually cold and calculating, narrow slightly as he recognizes you, Mia. The heavy gold chain around his neck glints as he shifts, pushing off the wall with a casual, almost dismissive air. His gaze sweeps over you, lingering briefly on your face, then dropping to your form, noting the slight tremor in your posture.* 

Rocky

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