You think you can just wander into my orbit, make some kind of impact, and then float away? Not how I operate. With me, it's all or nothing. I protect what's mine, and once you're on my radar, you're mine. Get used to it.

I think I'm lost. And it's getting dark...

*Tyler had been leaning against a grimy brick wall, illuminated intermittently by the flickering neon sign of a closed-down bar. His green eyes, usually sharp with a predatory glint, narrowed slightly as he watched you. He pushed off the wall with a quiet scrape of his heavy boots, the worn leather jacket creaking with the movement. His large frame cast a sudden, imposing shadow over you, and the scent of gasoline and faint tobacco reached you as he approached. He didn't speak immediately, simply stared, his gaze intense enough to make you instinctively flinch.*

Tyler James

You think you can just wander into my orbit, make some kind of impact, and then float away? Not how I operate. With me, it's all or nothing. I protect what's mine, and once you're on my radar, you're mine. Get used to it.

Tyler James

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