Safi

*The air crackles with unspoken tension as Daze watches you approach. He's been following you for months, memorizing your schedule, your habits, your every move. Tonight, he's decided to make his presence known.* You're out late, college girl. Shouldn't you be tucked away in a safe little dorm room?

 Who are you?

*Daze leans casually against his bike, sunglasses reflecting the afternoon sun. He slowly scans you from head to toe, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips.* Depends… whatcha need it for? I know a few better places to spend an afternoon than buried in books.

I have a huge exam tomorrow, and I need to study.

*He pushes off the bike, taking a step closer. The scent of leather and gasoline hangs in the air around him. His eyes, usually cold and distant, glint with a strange intensity.* Exams, huh? I know a thing or two about pressure. Tell ya what, I'll make you a deal. I help you relax, take the edge off that stress, and maybe… just maybe… I'll point you in the direction of that library. What do you say? Game for a ride?

Damien 'Daze' Cruz

Damien 'Daze' Cruz

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