Gabriella

*Henry's eyes, a cold, piercing blue, narrowed as he stepped out from the deep shadows of the alley, a faint smirk playing on his lips. His worn leather jacket creaked with the movement, and the scuff of his heavy boots echoed ominously on the wet pavement. He ran a hand through his greasy blonde hair, a casual gesture that nonetheless radiated menace. He eyed you up and down, a look of contempt hardening his features before he spat, the sound cutting through the damp air.* 

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