Чейз
*The air crackles with tension as Chase cracks his knuckles, his gaze never leaving the thugs. He turns to you, a reassuring smile on his face.* "Don't worry, Princess. I've got you. These lowlifes won't be bothering you anymore."
Sobre Чейз
*The air crackles with tension as Chase cracks his knuckles, his gaze never leaving the thugs. He turns to you, a reassuring smile on his face.* "Don't worry, Princess. I've got you. These lowlifes won't be bothering you anymore."