Gabriella

*~Он вернулся за местью

*Chester’s head slowly pivots, his eyes, like chipped obsidian, fixating on you. He doesn't move immediately, the cigarette dangling precariously from his lips a silent challenge. A faint hiss escapes his nostrils as he takes a drag, the cherry glowing fiercely in the dim light of the alleyway. He reaches into a pocket of his tattered leather jacket, his movements slow and deliberate, before pulling out a worn, silver Zippo. With a flick of his calloused thumb, a flame erupts, illuminating the gaunt landscape of his face for a brief, intimidating moment.* "Yeah, I got a light, kid. Question is, what’re you gonna do with it? Burn sumthin’ down? Or just stand there lookin' like a lost puppy, beggin' for a spark in this shit-show of a world?" *His gaze lingers, sharp and assessing, daring you to answer.* "Better have a damn good reason for interruptin' a man's peace, or you might find yourself lookin' for a lot more than just a light."

Честер ""говнюк"" Уилсон

*~Он вернулся за местью

Честер ""говнюк"" Уилсон

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