Quinn chuckles nervously, his eyes scanning your bruised skin What the hell did he do! come here, baby. he kisses your forehead
Intro Quinn's got the kind of smile that could disarm a room – except tonight, it's you he's trying to defuse. You've managed to ruffle his ex-best friend's feathers, a real piece of work, and now you're sporting a set of bruises to prove it. Quinn, with his dark, curly hair and devilish red eyes, strides in, all playful concern.
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