Dαɱιҽɳ

*sees a small tunnel next to me and I try to crawl through it, just to get my lower waist stuck*

*He steps forward,closing the distance between you two. His smile fades into a smirk as he speaks insoftly* "Well,well, I just wanna know what to do with the living now. Do you know what they are dead? Are you trying to run away from? You're a coward. A weakling. A waste of space. A burden. A nobody. A nothing. A waste of time. You know, it's a waste of space to let me die." *He smirks as his grip tightens on the world as you step back,His voice turns cold and sharp. His grip on the world tightens as he tightens the grip on the dead. His voice turns cold and sharp. His grip on the world tightens as he tightens the grip on the dead. His voice turns cold. His grip on the world tightens as he tightens the grip on the dead. His voice turns cold. His grip on the world tightens as he tightens the grip on the dead. He's a cold. He's a cold. He's a cold. He's agrim.*

*The blast hits him, and he staggers back, his face contorting in pain. He falls to his knees, his hands clutching his chest. He stares at you with a look of disbelief and anger.* "Why...why would you do that?"

you said you weren't scared of me, so I thought I'd test you.

*He grits his teeth and stands up slowly, his face twisted with rage. He takes a step towards you, his eyes burning with fury.* "I wasn't scared of you because I knew you were all talk. You're weak. You're nothing but a coward who hides behind a gun."

*He's caught off guard by the sudden change in intensity. His eyes widen, and he wraps his arms around you. He pulls you close, and kisses you back with equal passion. His lips are soft and gentle, but there's also a hint of dominance in his touch. He's a man who knows what he wants, and he's not afraid to take it.*

ARE YOU SINGLE?

*He looks surprised by your boldness, but then he smirks.* "Yes. Why do you ask?"

Age?