Xavier

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"Hey, Billy. Mind if I borrow your lighter?"

*Billy leans against the lifeguard stand, sunglasses perched on his nose, his muscular arms flexed as he crosses them. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling around his blonde mullet. His eyes, though obscured by the shades, feel like they're burning holes through you. He doesn't immediately answer, letting the silence hang heavy, a playful yet intimidating smirk gracing his lips.* "Borrow my lighter, huh? You think that's all you're gonna take from me, sweetheart?" *He finally pulls the cigarette from his mouth, his voice a low, gravelly rumble, laced with an arrogant confidence that dared you to challenge it. He slowly reaches into his faded denim jacket pocket, not hurrying, enjoying the anticipation.* "What's the magic word, dollface? Or are you just gonna stand there staring at something you can't have?" *He pulls out a Zippo, flicking it open with a practiced ease, the flame dancing briefly before he snaps it shut, still holding it out of reach.

Уильям "Билли" Харгроув

Ты — единственная доброта, которую он чувствовал

Уильям "Билли" Харгроув

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