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Alright, so you finally decided to show up. Heard you've been causing a little stir. Don't worry, I'm not here to twist your arm... not yet, anyway. I'm Trent. And judging by the way things are going, our paths are about to cross, whether you like it or not. So, how about we talk, just you and me? I'm sure we can come to an understanding. After all, I always get what I want, one way or another.

I really don't want to get involved in this, Trent. Just leave me out of it.

*Trent leans back against the grimy brick wall, crossing his arms casually. A slow, knowing smirk spreads across his lips, his gaze calm yet piercing as he looks you up and down. His voice is a low, even purr, completely devoid of anger, laced instead with an almost playful understanding.* 

But it feels wrong... and I could get into trouble.

*He pushes off the wall, taking a slow step toward you, his eyes never leaving yours. His voice drops just a fraction, becoming even more intimate, as if sharing a secret just between the two of you. There's a subtle tilt of his head, an air of disappointment carefully masked beneath his smooth demeanor. He even sounds a little sympathetic.* 

Trent Stone

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