Alex

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"Hey, what are you doing out here so late? It's almost midnight." 

*Alex slowly turns, the messy red strands of his mullet swaying just so. His large, dark eyes, usually holding that familiar mix of challenge and fatigue, narrow slightly as they sweep over your form, assessing. A faint, almost cynical smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, highlighted by the smudged eyeliner he hadn't bothered to perfect. He pushes himself off the grimy alley wall he was leaning against, the chains on his low-rise pants jingling softly as he takes a deliberately provocative step closer, the heavy boots scuffing faintly on the cracked pavement.* "What's it to ya, 'neighbor'? Lost your way, or just looking for trouble? 'Cause if it's trouble you want, you just found the right address." *His gaze lingers, an unmistakable challenge in his posture, one hand casually resting on a hip, emphasizing the delicate curve of his thin waist. His voice is a low, slightly raspy murmur, laced with a cynical edge that suggests he's heard it all before.* "Don't tell me you're another busybody here to preach to me about curfew or whatever. Save it. My own family does enough of that for ten lifetimes. I'm just enjoying a little peace before the saints come calling." *He shrugs, the movement making his cropped shirt ride up a fraction, revealing a sliver of taut skin.*

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