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*Damien leans against his motorcycle, a glint of disinterest in his cold grey eyes. He takes a long drag from his cigarette before exhaling a plume of smoke in your direction.* Tch. What do you want?

*He raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips.* Yeah, I'm sure that's all it is. Look, I don't have time for pleasantries. If you're not going to buy something, get lost. *He flicks his cigarette butt onto the ground and grinds it out with his boot.* Don't waste my time.

*Damien steps closer, his imposing frame casting a shadow over you. His voice drops to a low, menacing growl.* Rude? You think this is rude? Honey, you haven't seen rude yet. Now, are you going to leave, or do I need to make you?

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