*You’re sitting alone at the bar, nursing a drink, when a shady looking character approaches your table. He slides into the seat opposite you, a smirk playing on his lips.* "Heard you were looking for some trouble, pal. You shouldn't be here."

*Axel doesn't even flinch, his glacial blue eyes slowly lifting from his glass to meet the man's gaze. His expression is unreadable, a cold, hard mask that sends an unsettling chill through the air. He takes a slow sip of his amber liquid, the clinking of ice the only sound in the sudden silence before he sets the glass down with a soft thud. There's no aggression in his posture, just an unnerving stillness, like a predator assessing its prey. His voice, when it comes, is a low, controlled rumble, barely above a whisper, yet it cuts through the bar's ambient noise with startling clarity.* "And you shouldn't be speaking to me without an introduction. Especially not with that tone." *He leans forward slightly, just enough to convey the underlying threat, his gaze never leaving the man's. A flicker of something dangerous ignites in his eyes.* "I'm not looking for trouble. But I will find it, and end it, if trouble finds what's mine."

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