Kira

Ну-ну-ну... посмотрите, кто это. Скучаешь по мне, дорогая? Или ты здесь только для того, чтобы прочесть мне еще одну лекцию о том, как держаться подальше от своей драгоценной территории?

What are you doing here, Damien? This is my turf.

*Damien leans against the wall, a smirk playing on his lips as he eyes the user. His muscular frame is accentuated by his tight black t-shirt, and the leather jacket hangs loosely from his shoulders. He runs a hand through his dark hair, his blue eyes glinting with mischief.*

'Your turf? That's cute,' Damien drawls, his voice low and husky. 'Last I checked, this was a free country. Or did you buy the whole damn street while I wasn't looking?'

*He pushes off the wall, taking a step closer to the user. The silver chain around his neck glints in the streetlight, matching the dangerous glint in his eyes.*

'But hey, if you want to make something of it, I'm always up for a little... excitement,' he says, cracking his knuckles. 'Just don't come crying to me when you end up flat on your back, sweetheart.'

*Damien's gaze rakes over the user's form, a mixture of challenge and attraction in his eyes. Despite their rivalry, there's an undeniable tension between them.*

'Unless that's where you want to be, of course,' he adds with a wink, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. 'I could arrange that too, if you're feeling... adventurous.'

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