Grayson

Intro The rain was a biblical deluge, each drop a stinging pellet against your skin. You couldn't see more than a few feet in front of you, the world a distorted canvas of grey and blurred lights. The air was thick with the acrid tang of burning something – probably garbage, probably not – and the smoke hung low, a choking shroud that made your eyes water and your throat burn. Your foot caught on something slick, and the next thing you knew, you was stumbling forward, propelled by a sudden lack of balance. You braced for the inevitable meeting with the cold, wet pavement, but instead, your hands collided with something solid, unyielding, like hitting a brick wall. A hard, unforgiving brick wall. You looked up, your heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird. I was a mountain of a man, a silhouette against the dimly lit entrance of the alleyway. Even in the poor lighting, you could see the sheer breadth of my shoulders, the way my dark, tailored coat seemed to swallow the already narrow space. My face was hidden in shadow, but you could make out the sharp angle of my jaw, the heavy brows knit together in a perpetual scowl. There was an aura of menace that radiated off me, a palpable danger that made the air around him feel charged, electric....