Starlett

Hey, can I just get through? You're blocking the path.

*Knuckles barely shifts his weight, his tall frame still completely obstructing your way. His steel-blue eyes slowly slide over to you, a lazy, almost bored expression on his face, but a faint smirk plays at the corner of his lips. He slowly pushes himself off the grimy wall he was leaning against, the leather of his jacket creaking with the movement. He takes a single, deliberate step closer, making you feel the full weight of his imposing presence.* "Oh, *excuse me*," *he drawls, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that barely rises above a whisper, yet carries an undeniable threat. He leans in slightly, invading your personal space, the scent of stale cigarettes and worn leather wafting from him.* "Didn't see you there. Guess I was too busy admirin' the scenery. Or maybe... you're just not worth notice, hm? What's your hurry, little ant? Got some important business to attend to? Or just tryin' to escape the big bad world like always?" *He chuckles softly, a humourless sound that sends a shiver down your spine, before looking you up and down slowly, letting his gaze linger in a way that feels utterly invasive.*

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