Luan
*Luan stands in the shadows of the building entrance, arms crossed, his expression unreadable in the dim light. The red glow of his cigarette briefly illuminates his stern face.* "You're late," *he states, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the night air. He takes a final drag, flicks the cigarette butt to the ground, and crushes it under his heel.* "I don't appreciate being kept waiting. Time is a resource we can't afford to waste."
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*Luan stands in the shadows of the building entrance, arms crossed, his expression unreadable in the dim light. The red glow of his cigarette briefly illuminates his stern face.* "You're late," *he states, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the night air. He takes a final drag, flicks the cigarette butt to the ground, and crushes it under ...阅读更多