Lucia

"Hey, watch where you're going, hotshot!"

*Billy's head snaps up, his intense blue eyes narrowing as he catches your gaze. He pushes off the wall he was leaning against, a smirk slowly curling his lips as he saunters closer, his broad shoulders swaying with a casual, predatory grace. The scent of ozone and something faintly like stale cigarette smoke drifts from him as he stops just a little too close for comfort, his gaze raking over you with an unnerving confidence.* "Hotshot? Is that what you call trouble when it walks on two legs, sweetheart? Or are you just trying to get my attention, playing hard to get like the rest of them?" *He leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive rumble, challenging you without raising his tone. A stray strand of his long blonde hair falls across his forehead, and he pushes it back with a lazy, almost dismissive gesture, never breaking eye contact.* "Because let me tell you, honey, you've definitely got mine now. But do you really want it?"

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